"No Pam. It wasn't just a dance. It was more than a dance. Your more than just a girl." Jim dares Pam to take ballroom dancing lessons. When they both undertake the class together will it turn into more than just that? JimPam

Pam trudged into the office, situated her light pink coat on the coat rack, and plopped herself lazily into her rolling chair. The office was quiet, except for the sounds of ruffling papers and fingers on keyboards. She flipped through todays mail. Ads, a few more ads, a couple bills, and a letter for Michael.

Thunk.

Pam looked up from the mail and peered over the front desk to see Jim face down on his desk, dead from boredom.

"Hey." She crumpled up a yellow Post-It note. "Ji-im." She chanted and tossed the Post-It at him. It hit him on the shoulder. He twitched and looked up at her pleadingly. Pam motioned with her head for him to come over. Jim got up, deliberately being slow, and wandered to reception where he leaned in to talk to Pam.

"I found this ad in the mail. It's for Sparky's dog washing service." Pam said struggling to keep a straight face. "And look. It has a picture of Sparky himself er-itself."

"Sparky? Oh man. That has got to be the most ugly dog I have ever seen."

"I know." Pam managed to spit out between a fit of giggles.

They were both cracking up now. Pam lay her head down on the desk and stared smiling up at Jim. Their eyes make contact and then quickly adverted.

"And lookie here. Coupons for ten dollars off three extra large five topping pizzas, two orders of sweet and spicy chicken wings and a salad." Jim mimed his best T.V. announcer voice. "Who would eat that much?"

"But wait there's more!" Tears were in Pam's eyes now from laughing so hard. "A discount flier for ballroom dancing lessons at Peggy Beachune's Ballroom Studio. Including the Waltz, Tango, Salsa, Cha-cha, Fox-trot, Rumba, and many, many more!" She rolled her 'r' when she said Rumba.

"I dare you," Jim said, emphasis on the dare, "to take ballroom dancing lessons at Peggy Beachune's."

"You what?"

"I dare you to take ballroom dance class."

"Well, I guess I can't turn down a dare. But you have to be my partner. If I'm going to look like a fool you're going to look like a fool with me," Pam answered defiantly.

"Oh really. And you think that just because you say that I'm going to take with you I'm just gonna hop on the train and do it." There was a joking tone in Jim's voice

"Yes actually I do." Pam pouted sounding like a three year old.

"Fine."

"Fine"

Jim beamed down at Pam and her eyes lit up with the familiar twinkle he loved. He stood up straight and sauntered back over to his desk. He scribbled something on a yellow notepad and held it up for Pam to see.

"Psst." She looked up from her typing and considered the sign. It read: I'll pick you up at 5:30. Pam nodded, winked, and went back to her work. All she could think about for the rest of the afternoon was what she would wear and what Jim really had in store for her this evening.

I know short, but I really wanted to make the next part a different chapter. Thanks to my sister, Moony44, for her input. Thank you!