The sunlight slipped through the little kitchen window, lightening up the room. Pam's eyes fluttered open. Her neck was sore from sleeping in a bad position and her hands felt numb. She looked around, sleepy and drowsy, until her gaze met the clock on the wall.

6:44 AM.

She jumped from her sit, panicking, and started setting the table for breakfast. Roy always woke up around 7:00 AM on Fridays, because Fridays were way busier than the rest of the days of the week, so he had to arrive to the warehouse earlier in the morning. And if Roy didn't have his breakfast before he left for work, he would be grumpy all day long.

Pam rushed to make coffee, eggs and bacon. Only when she was finished and the food was on the table, ready to be eaten, she dared to look at the clock again.

6:56 AM.

She sighed with deep relief, poured herself some coffee and tried to think of an excuse to tell Roy of why she hadn't slept on their bed but on the kitchen, in case he'd noticed that. (She didn't think he had, though, since Roy was a deep-sleeper, especially if he drank, and last night at the party she'd seen him drink more than just a couple of glasses.)

That was when she remembered. Casino Night. The confession. The kiss.

The coffee cup slipped through her shaking hands and fell to the floor, shattering into a million pieces, while the memories replayed inside her mind like a movie. Casino Night. The confession. The kiss.

Then, along came the revelation.

I have feelings for my best friend and I have doubts about my engagement.

Oh my God.

Appalled as she was, she didn't notice him walking into the kitchen, until she heard his voice calling her name.

"Pam?"

She didn't answer, too shocked to move a muscle.

"Pam, are you okay?"

It took her all of her willpower to plaster a weak smile on her face, turn around and speak. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Roy didn't seem too convinced, but he shrugged and sat on one of the kitchen chairs. "Good, breakfast's ready."He took a fork and a knife and started eating from his plate.

"What's with the coffee cup? You dropped it?"He asked, pointing at the pieces with the fork.

"Yeah, I dropped it."She said as she knelt down and started picking the tiny bits of ceramics from the floor. Her back was turned on Roy. She couldn't help a sigh of exasperation when she heard his voice again.

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why did you drop it?"

She rolled her eyes, tried to ignore how idiot his question was and looked up to face him."Oh, who knows? Probably because I'm clumsy."

Roy nodded in agreement, as he shoved a forkful of bacon into his mouth.

She rubbed her temples with her hands and finished putting the pieces of the cup into the garbage can. As she moved to the sink to wash her hands, Roy called after her again.

"Pammy?"

"Yeah."Her tone was filled with an impossible to hide, inevitable exhaustion. "What is it?"

He finished chewing and swallowed before answering. "Could you give me a ride? I don't feel like driving today."

She sighed again and looked down for a minute. "Okay. Tell me when you're ready. I'll go dressing up."She mumbled before heading towards their bedroom.

Once she was there, she sat on the edge of the bed and tried to gather up the necessary strength and willpower to make it through that day, the first day after that night that had changed so much, but she couldn't find them anywhere within her.

And it didn't help that the engagement ring on her fourth finger felt heavier than a stone would have.

The clock stroke 7:15 AM.