"So, Pam my new desk, you like-y, yes?" Michael faked an accent, rolling his arms over the mahogany desk.
Pam's lips unconsciously puckered and her eyes widened.
"Yes," she said, forcibly, without looking at the thing. "It's quite .." Her neck turned in rebellion as she forced out the word, "-nice."
"It so is!" His stretched grinning mouth replied. "It's so executive, with it's shine and glow."
Pam's eyes squinted a bit at this comment. "I am so happy for you," She gritted.
"It's so smooth" Michael said, lying across it, eyes closed. "I can almost fall asleep on it, it's like a cloud from heaven." His eyes suddenly flashed open with an idea. "Pam! Pam! You gotta feel it!"
"Um.. No I don't-" Pam shook her head, horrified.
"Nonsense! Touch it!" He smirked. "You know you want to, just feeeel it." He exaggerated, running his hand across the desk.
"No, I don't want to, and this conversation is making me very uncomfortable." Pam said, her hands out in protest.
Michael grabbed her hands without warning dragging her to the desk unwillingly, as she pulled against him saying 'No, no ..'.
Finally, he slammed her hands down on the desk, moving them in a zig-zag motion.
"So smooth, right?"
She looked at him with her pupils black with hatred, her lips barely visible. The desk was smooth and that only made her angrier. However, he didn't notice this.
"It's so good, isn't it? Smell it! Smell it!"
Michael leaned in to get a whiff of it, while pam took the chance to snatch her arms away.
"Yeah, I'm just gonna go .. Now."
Pam turned and hopped on her heels to leave, which was meant to be a run.
Michael turned. "Aw, come on, pam! Pam!"
However, Pam was already slipping back into her desk chair and pretending to take a call.
"Sometimes I just wish he could feel what I feel." Pam told the camera. "I mean, it's like he's doing it on purpose," She bit her lip, giving a quiet pause. Then she remembered the cameras were there. "-but I know he's not, of course not It's like, I can't look away, he's always there .. with it!"She looked away for a second.
Pam was watching him through his window, loving his new desk, until a piece of crumpled paper hit her on the head. She looked around, until she found Jim waving with a smile. She reached down for the paper. She unwrapped it, only to find one word; 'Hey'.
When she looked up, Jim was already there, leaning against her desk. "So, what's your new obsession with Michael?" He whispered.
Pam's mouth opened and closed, dry of a response.
Jim put out his hands "Wait."
She stopped.
"Let me guess, you're madly in love and leaving your fiancee` for him?"
She cracked a smile. "Shut up."
Then when she punched him on his arm, he only grinned wider.
"Seriously, what's the deal?"
Her smile fell. "Oh, well, it's nothing really, it's his .."
She paused, looking back at Michael.
"-his tie!" She blurted without warning. Her eyes grew wider, as she processed what she had just said. "So annoying don't you think, wearing green like that with a dark suit?"
"I know, I know," She pleaded with the camera. "I lied. I didn't mean to-!" Her face twinged into a painful twist. "It just happened. I didn't want to sound you know .." She rubbed her arm for warmth, trying to look away. "-selfish. It's wrong, and and-" She put her hands out in a bobbing motion, trying to appear logical. " It is my responsibility to just deal with it, and at the end of the day, it's what needs to be done." Pam kept nodding to herself, and turned to the camera, continuing the action. "Yeah, I can handle it."
