(It was the end of the day. More importantly, it was Friday. Jim stood in front of the receptionist's desk and waited for Pam to finish her last minute tasks. They hadn't talked all day after what had happened earlier that morning. They both realized they'd have to talk to each other sooner or later, because not only did they work together, they now lived with each other.)

Jim: So… how was your day?

Pam: I actually tried to work today.

Jim: How did that turn out?

Pam: It actually was just as productive as a day where I try not to work.

(Jim watched as everyone left the office for the weekend. He wondered if they knew that Pam lived with him. Did they suspect anything? He had been hanging around and waiting for her a lot more.)

Jim: What are you doing tonight?

Pam: Nothing. I was kind of hoping for Roy to call and ask if I wanted to go out and do something, but he didn't.

Jim: How long has it been since you talked to him?

Pam: A few days. I don't know, I mean he said he'd call sometime.

Jim: Then he's going to call.

Pam: Maybe.

Jim: Hey, how about we go out for dinner or something? You haven't had much of a meal at my place at all.

Pam: Well… that'd be okay. I know you're only trying to take my mind off Roy though.

Jim: Maybe, maybe not.

Pam: Come on. I'm not oblivious.

Jim: Did you ever think I'd like to go out and have dinner with you not just because I want to make you feel better?

Pam: What?

Jim: You have to stop thinking so low of yourself sometimes. Everything I do for you is not because I pity you.

Pam: …I know.

Jim: Okay. Come on; let's get out of here.

(As Pam stood up, her heart fluttered a beat. Jim was her best friend and sometimes she loved him too much for words. She didn't care about what had happened this morning anymore. She was just glad Jim was there for her when she needed him.)

Pam: Hey… thanks.

Jim: Anytime.

(Kelly began to walk over to both Jim and Pam while putting her coat on, ready to leave.)

Kelly: Hey, oh my God, I am so happy for you two.

Pam: Huh?

Kelly: Well you're going out and everything now. Let me tell you, having an office relationship is the best thing ever!

Jim: Kelly… we're not going out.

Kelly: What? You guys are practically everywhere together now!

Pam: Yeah but that doesn't mean we're going out.

Kelly: Oh. Well if Ryan comes up to you and says anything then you can ignore him.

Jim: We will.

Kelly: Okay. Have a great weekend guys!

(Kelly walked out of the office leaving Jim and Pam almost dumbfounded.)

Pam: Wow.

Jim: It's Kelly, what do you expect?

Pam: Yeah.

Jim: Come on.

(Jim and Pam left the office and caught up with Kelly at the elevator. She stared at them the whole way to the lobby. There was silence, as no one knew what to say. As Jim and Pam reached the parking lot they both let out a sigh of relief.)

Pam: Friday!

Jim: Let's get some food!

Pam: Wait, where are we going?

Jim: Wherever. We can go somewhere casual, someplace fancy, someplace fun, you know… anywhere.

Pam: Well. You know what I've been craving all day?

Jim: Huh?

Pam: Italian food.

Jim: Really?

Pam: Yeah. Something about it sounds really appetizing.

Jim: Have you been to Sembello's recently?

Pam: …no. Jim, that place is like… really expensive.

Jim: It's Friday. You have to do something fun on Friday.

Pam: Is that like your theme? Fun Fridays?

Jim: Yes.

Pam: Okay, but um, I didn't really bring anything that nice to wear to a place like that. I mean just my work clothes, and I'm probably going to end up spilling something on myself anyways.

Jim: Don't worry about it. I could always get you one of those little bib things.

Pam: You mean like how Dwight wears one when he eats chicken wings?

Jim: Yeah! I mean don't you know how hot Dwight is with style?

Pam: Shut up. I'm not wearing one of those. I'd rather drop of bucket of sauce on myself.

(Pam smiled and glanced up at Jim. As much as she tried to be serious, the thought of Dwight being hot with style brought out a laugh.)

Jim: Yeah right. You would not drop a bucket of sauce on yourself.

Pam: I would to!

(As they drove home arguing about Dwight's fashion sense and buckets of sauce, Pam realized she did pack one dress. She packed it just incase there was something important, like a meeting at work. When she arrived home, she pulled it from the bottom of what was now her clothes drawer and looked at it. It was a black dress… a simple, little black dress. She sighed and tried it on. It fit okay. If only she could take the aching clips out of her hair. She did and a wave of curls flew in front of her eyes. She reached for her brush and tried to straighten out some of the curls. In the end, she managed with not curly hair, not straight hair, but somewhat of what she'd call wavy hair. She reapplied her makeup and realized how funny she felt. She was dressing up for Jim. It's not like this was going to be a date… but… it could be considered one. As she finally gave up on her appearance she wandered to the kitchen and saw Jim. He looked nice. He wore almost the same thing he had to work, but with a jacket over it.)

Jim: You look really nice.

Pam: You do too.

Jim: Yeah, and you said you didn't have a dress.

Pam: Yeah I all of sudden remembered I did bring one. Just one.

Jim: Well mi lady, if we want to get there before the mad rush of other fun Friday people, I advise we leave now.

Pam: Fun Friday people. Did you start a cult or something?

(The drive to Sembello's was excruciatingly long. Apparently there were a lot of those fun Friday people lurking about. Surprisingly though, the wait for a table was only ten minutes. Jim and Pam were shortly seated at a small table and given a basket of bread that they both immediately reached for.)

Jim: What do you think?

Pam: What do I think of what? The bread?

Jim: No. The restaurant?

Pam: Oh! I was going to say it's only bread.

(Pam glanced around. The ceiling was black with small sparkles to represent the night sky. It didn't look very realistic, but it was still pretty. There was music off from somewhere else in the restaurant, and she couldn't exactly tell where.)

Jim: You like it.

Pam: Yeah, it's nice.

Jim: Just nice?

Pam: I don't know. The stars seem kind of cheap.

(Jim looked over at Pam and laughed at her expression towards the ceiling.)

Jim: Yeah, I guess they are a little cheap.

(As their waitress came, they both ordered water, and Jim ordered spaghetti while Pam ordered lasagna.)

Pam: I guess I've been craving lasagna.

Jim: Let's see if you spill it.

Pam: Hey, where is that music coming from?

Jim: Somewhere.

Pam: Thanks.

Jim: Want to go see? I think there's actually a band or something.

Pam: Yeah, I just hope they're not as cheap as the stars.

(They both stood up and walked to the other side of the restaurant where they saw a small band that consisted of only three people. They were next to a very tiny platform, obviously for dancing.)

Jim: Cheap?

Pam: Sort of.

(As Pam began to turn towards their table, the song changed. She turned back around and faced Jim.)

Jim: Yeah?

Pam: I like this song.

Jim: We could dance… if you want…

Pam: Yeah. Wait what's the song called?

Jim: I don't know. I've never heard it before.

(Jim reached for Pam's hand and she accepted gratefully. He cautiously reached for the small in her back as she placed an arm on his shoulder.)

Pam: Huh. I wish I knew what this song was called.

Jim: We can find out.

Pam: Yeah could you? I mean I've always liked it, but I just never knew what it was called.

Jim: I hate when that happens.

Pam: Yeah.

(As the song progressed, Pam laid her head against Jim's chest, and was pleasantly surprised by how nicely her head rested there.)

Jim: You're good at dancing.

Pam: I'm only following you.

(There was silence and then Pam wrapped both her arms around Jim's neck.)

Jim: You really like this song don't you?

Pam: Just be happy Kelly isn't here.

(They both laughed shortly and Jim leaned his head on Pam's.)

Jim: Can I tell you something?

Pam: Yeah.

Jim: Pam…

Pam: Yeah?

Jim: Never mind.

Pam: Okay.

(Jim had become so close to telling her. As much as he was trying to stop the feeling, he thought he really did like Pam. It just wasn't possible though. They danced wordlessly for a few minutes until the music slowed down. As the music slowed, their dancing eventually slowed to a stop.)

Jim: I like this song now.

Pam: Yeah.

Jim: You want to keep dancing after this?

Pam: No.

Jim: Okay.

(The song eventually ended leaving the two of them stranded on the tiny platform. Pam pulled herself from around Jim and held onto his arms that were still placed slightly on her back.)

Pam: Thank you.

Jim: Yeah, well, when you have to dance, you have to dance.

(They both smiled softly and gazed at the floor.)

Pam: No one has ever danced me with like that before.

Jim: Like what?

Pam: Like that.

Jim: You've never slow danced?

Pam: No, I have… Didn't you just feel something though?

Jim: Yeah.

Pam: Jim, do you ever wonder…?

Jim: Wonder about what?

Pam: You know.

Jim: Yeah, I wonder about it.

Pam: I do too.

(Jim wrapped his arms tighter around Pam, bent down, and kissed her. He didn't expect anything in return, but she pulled him closer and kissed him back. When Pam finally realized what was going on she tried to step away, but Jim wouldn't let her go. She was happy he kept holding her. It was exactly what she wanted him to do.)