(It was Monday. Pam Beesly was on the verge of being late to work, where she was a receptionist. She was a reception for the Scranton, Pennsylvania branch of Dunder Mifflin, which dealt with paper. No one would care that she was late. Her boss, Michael Scott, barely acted liked an employee, let alone a manager. Everyone else did his or her own thing not wanting to be bothered. Of course, a new guy was hired last week and she had no idea what he was like. She had seen him twice last week but had only got to pass a hello his way. He was cute. Hopefully he was just as friendly. She thought his name was Jim. Jim, John, Joe… or something like that. As she pulled into the parking lot, she saw someone else getting out of their car. It was Toby. She parked next to him and got out of the car.)

Pam: Toby!

Toby: Hey.

Pam: Late?

Toby: Yeah, the car wouldn't start.

Pam: One of the downfalls of cold weather.

Toby: What about you?

Pam: Roy turned off my alarm and never woke me up.

Toby: You're still pretty much on time though.

Pam: My brain is trained to wake up at 7:15AM. I can't help it.

(They both laughed as they walked into the building. As they rode the elevator upstairs, there was silence. Sometimes no matter how friendly you are, it's just too early in the morning to talk. When they finally entered the office, they parted their separate ways with a quick wave. Pam hung her coat up and sat down at her desk. She turned her computer on and looked up. The new guy was at the desk closest to her. All he had to do was look right and there she was. At the same moment, he did look to his right.)

Jim: Hey, I'm Jim.

Pam: Yeah, you're the new guy. I've seen you a few times.

Jim: Yep. I'm guessing you're the receptionist?

Pam: Nice guess. I'm Pam by the way.

Jim: Pam, okay, nice to meet you, Pam.

Pam: Likewise.

(Pam kicked her shoes off underneath her desk and sighed. She hated Mondays. It would only be moments before Michael ran out of his office doing something stupid. Poor Jim. If only he knew.)

Jim: Hey, uh, Michael, he came out a few minutes ago for you.

Pam: What'd he do today?

Jim: To be honest, I have no idea.

Pam: Sorry.

Jim: He looked like a duck though, but I have no idea.

(Pam laughed. He had a sense of humor. She could use that.)

Pam: Well, I guess I'll talk to you at lunch. I have a ton of voicemails.

Jim: Okay.

(Pam worked all morning on her voicemails. Oh, did she hate Mondays. She couldn't help but stare at Jim every so often. He was cute. Not that she was interested. She had her fiancé, Roy, but Jim did sit right in front of her. She couldn't help but notice. An hour or so before their lunch break, Jim made his way to Pam's desk.)

Pam: Yeah?

Jim: I'm bored.

Pam: Uh…

Jim: Hey, I'd rather talk to you than Dwight.

Pam: Oh you've talked to Dwight?

Jim: Oh my God, assistant to the regional manager!

Pam: Oops. Now how I'd forget that part?

Jim: Are you the only normal one here?

Pam: No. The rest of them are pretty sane, but they have their moments.

Jim: You sure are the prettiest one here though.

(Pam fell silent. Was he coming on to her? Oh great. She was thinking he'd actually be a nice one. Guess she was wrong.)

Pam: …thank you.

Jim: Sorry, didn't mean to be awkward.

Pam: It's okay.

Jim: Hey, you want to go out to lunch somewhere?

Pam: I brought my lunch.

Jim: You can always save it for later.

Pam: I don't know.

Jim: Come on, it's Monday. We both need a little getaway here.

Pam: Where would we go?

Jim: No idea.

Pam: Are the others coming?

Jim: Nah, they all seem a little… you know…

Pam: Weird, yeah.

Jim: Well?

Pam: Well… okay… I guess.

Jim: Yes! All right. Now. You better get to work, Ms…

Pam: Beesly. Pam Beesly.

Jim: Ms. Beesly.

Pam: Will do.

(Jim walked back to his desk and Pam resumed her position of staring at him. She hoped he didn't notice her staring. She didn't want to come across as creepy. When he looked over and smiled at her, she quickly smiled and faced away. She needed to do something. She opened up a game of solitaire on her computer and started playing. An hour later, she was on her third game and Jim was staring at her in front of her desk.)

Jim: Done?

Pam: No, no. Wait.

Jim: We have a limited amount of time here, Pam.

(Pam looked at Jim concerned.)

Pam: Really?

Jim: Yes.

Pam: Who would notice if we weren't back on time?

Jim: Certainly not Michael, that's true.

Pam: Wait wait. I'm sensing the answer.

Jim: Oh me too, me too. I think…

Pam: Dwight Schrute!

Jim: Assistant to the regional manger!

Pam: 'To the' is the most important part in that title.

Jim: Thank God those words were stuck in there.

Pam: Oh I win!

Jim: Yay! Now, let's go.

(Pam shut down her winning game of Solitaire and grabbed her coat. They were off. They ended up at a Burger King down the street.)

Pam: Wow, the food here is fabulous and everything here is so fancy.

Jim: I had no idea this was the only restaurant close to the building.

Pam: You do now.

Jim: Well, how are your chicken nuggets?

Pam: Tasty. You want one?

Jim: Sure.

(Pam held a chicken nugget up to his face and he took it with his mouth.)

Pam: Now, give me some of that cheeseburger!

Jim: Yes.

(Jim handed his burger to Pam who took a large bite and handed it back.)

Pam: Good.

Jim: Thanks for taking a huge bite there.

Pam: Thanks for eating one tenth of my chicken nuggets.

Jim: Yeah, but you know it'd definitely taste better with some of that sauce.

(Jim tried grabbing another chicken nugget but Pam stopped him.)

Pam: No!

Jim: Come on. You took a really large bite out of my burger.

Pam: No they're mine!

Jim: Now, now. Don't be so selfish.

Pam: No.

(Jim placed his cheeseburger in the middle of the table and grabbed Pam's box of chicken nuggets and placed them beside the burger.)

Jim: There.

Pam: Yes, thank you for putting our food in the middle of the table so it's farther away from me.

Jim: Just eat.

(Jim grabbed some of the chicken nuggets, as Pam realized that this was the solution to their stealing food problem.)

Pam: Fine. I'll just eat your cheeseburger then.

(Pam picked up the cheeseburger and began to eat.)

Jim: So Pam, now that you've stopped hoarding your nuggets, what more is there to know about you?

Pam: Nothing much. I'm Pam, I'm a receptionist for the Scranton branch of Dunder Muffin, and I really like my chicken nuggets.

Jim: Very interesting indeed. Well I'm Jim, I'm a newly hired employee at the Scranton branch of Dunder Muffin, and I love to steal Pam's chicken nuggets.

(Pam laughed. She had only been out with Jim for thirty minutes now, but she felt like she already knew him so well.)

Pam: Well this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. You're only allowed to eat my chicken nuggets because you're new.

Jim: Just admit it, you love me. That's the real reason.

Pam: Oh, so is that how we're going to play?

Jim: I very well think so.

Pam: Well you only want to steal my nuggets because you love me.

Jim: Yeah, yeah. Keep talking.

(Pam stood up and walked over to the garbage can to throw out the cheeseburger wrapper and her half full cup of water.)

Pam: You done?

Jim: Yeah. Here have the last nugget.

(Jim popped a nugget into his mouth and handed one to Pam while throwing his trash out.)

Pam: Good stuff.

Jim: Oh yeah.

Pam: Ready then?

Jim: Yeah. Come on, let's go.

(As Jim drove back to the office, he couldn't help but notice how easily he got along with Pam. Sure he usually did get along well with people, but he felt something a little more being with her right now. He wondered if she had a boyfriend. If she did, he was lucky, very lucky. He looked over at Pam and smiled. She was beautiful too. He really wondered if she did have a boyfriend. He knew office romances usually never turned out, but she was different. She was Pam.)