A/N: Spoilers for "Dwight's Speech". I'm a Jam stan, is what I am. New OTP, in short.

When Roy asks, she'll tell him she's under the weather.

Roy doesn't ask. Somehow, that makes her want to tell him. What, exactly, she isn't sure.

It's—it's just a disappointment. That's all. Nothing big. She probably is under the weather, coming down with a cold, or something, and that's why it hit her hard.

Australia.

June 8th.

Not coming.

The thing is—no, it's not a thing, really, it just…is—Jim's her best friend at the office. They have fun together. They really do. A lot of fun. It's great, and it would be nice for him to come.

To her wedding. Yeah. Really nice.

It's only when she's lying in bed, still and sleepless, when she bothers to imagine what would even happen.

Maybe he'd ask her to dance. The thought brings a smile to her lips, but only for a moment. It could only ever come to nothing—her in a white dress, in Jim's arms…this is no dream to have. Not for her.

I'd dance with—with, um, Ryan, too, she hastens to assure herself. And Kevin, probably. Maybe even Dwight, just for fun. It's not a Jim thing. It's a—it's a friend thing.

Pam closes her eyes. That way, when the tears start to leak out, she can imagine them all away.