Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me
- Sixpence None the Richer, "Kiss Me"
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Walking down the streets of New York, Pam realized that she still hadn't gotten used to her surroundings -- the bright lights, the noises, the claustrophobia, the speed and the rushing and the congestion and all of the feelings that overwhelmed her senses. She almost had to admit that she missed the tranquility and boringness -- was that even a word? -- of Scranton.
When she was alone in her dorm working on assignments or just watching TV, she thought about what else she missed in Scranton. But she loved these days, when he left work early on a Friday to make the two hour drive and get an early start to the weekend with her. Her last class ended at two -- perfect timing, they thought -- and it went on from there.
It wasn't the most busy part of the day at that point, for sure, but Pam was feeling... how would Jim describe it... outgoing? Maybe it was just part of her Fancy New Beesly side, which she knew wasn't even so new anymore, and certainly not that fancy.
All of a sudden, Pam stopped walking. People were angry, muttering profanities at her and Jim for blocking their way for no apparent reason, but Pam didn't care; she had other things on her mind.
"Pam, you can't just stop on a busy sidewalk in the middle of New York City."
"Yeah, I know... but this is just seems like a perfect moment."
Jim looked around, then into her eyes and grinned. "You know, you're right."