"Hum hum hum…" Pam trilled lightly to herself, tapping the eraser end of her pencil against the upper tier of her reception cubicle. Bored was a normal way of life for her in this job, but at this point she hardly noticed, and really didn't mind – it gave her plenty of time to sit and work on her next sketch for her art class. She was well past doing personal things while on the job here; having Michael Scott for a boss really set a low bar as far as being on-task went.

She was working on a particularly important piece, as she was planning it to be a gift to Jim. She was tingling with excitement as she finished up some of the finer points of the picture, and she wanted every line in exactly the way she wanted it; it would be her own little way of showing him how important he was to her that he deserved the best of what she had to offer.

"What'cha doing there, Sneaky Beesly?" she heard a deep and cheerful voice say from just on the other side of the partition. Her heart dropped to her knees and she quickly fumbled her pad of Bristol paper away under her keyboard.

"Nothing for you to look at!" she blurted up back to him, making eye contact that instantly brought a smile to her face. She leaned forward in a protective way, playfully exaggerating how she was covering up her project. He smiled back, his usual lopsided smile, with soulful brown eyes beaming back at her.

"Now you know," he said, pawing his hand down to her desktop, "that just makes me want to know more."

She moved back and forth to keep her paper pad away from his searching hand, and laughingly slapped him away. "Jim Halpert, learn to mind your own business for once," she declared in an overly-disdainful way, all the while still playing whack-a-mole with his hand.

"Bleah bleah bleah! Come on, kids, get a room!" Michael declared, stiffly walking up behind them. "We all know that Pam has a body that will NOT stop, but there is a time and a place for the bow-chicka-wow-wow."

Jim relented his grabbing and gave Pam a moment to slip her paper beneath the desk, all the while keeping her eye contact with him. "See, you can't get away with that childish behavior at work," she told him mockingly.

"Isn't she hot when she's angry?" Michael nudged Jim, "Now Jan, that is something you do NOT want to see even the least bit angry… or any other emotion besides happy…" he began to trail off as he went to hide in his office again, "or even sometimes when happy…"

Jim shot Pam an awkward glance, smiled and turned back towards his desk, "Well… back to work." He then sat back down, stared at his screen penciled something onto a notepad, then tapped away at his keyboard apparently back to sales as usual. Pam began to fall back into her daily doldrums when had an instant message pop up on her workstation:

Jhalperto79: So, you gonna show me your thing or what?

MixedBerryPB: Give it up.

Jhalperto79: You live to torment me.

MixedBerryPB: You just figured that out?

Jhalperto79: Devil woman… anyway, where do you want to go tonight? I thought you would have be all a-dither about it. Ooooone yeeeeear…

MixedBerryPB: Oh yeah, I totally forgot about it

Jhalperto79: (makes a sad puppy face) whine

MixedBerryPB: Oh, you and your stupid puppy, I'm just kidding and you know it. I want La Trattoria tonight, and I thought you knew that. You wouldn't let me forget all of the "obscene" noises I made when we went there on my bday

Jhalperto79: I thought you were doing your best Meg Ryan impression and it was just not appropriate for such a fine establishment ;)

MixedBerryPB: Can I just say that I really like their cannelloni, you turkey

Jhalperto79: Gobble gobble.

Jhalperto79: this might be a less than fun subject, but did you hear that Roy's been harassing Darrell to get his old job back? He's had to tell him like five times already that it's not going to happen.

MixedBerryPB: Yeah… I know about that…

Jhalperto79: he's still calling you, isn't he

MixedBerryPB: Yeah…

MixedBerryPB: I know I know… it's a bad idea, but I feel bad for him all the same. His mom died like a month after I broke it off for good, and he's just not getting past any of it. I told him that we would be 'friends' and I meant that.

Jhalperto79: Well, I've said this before, it makes me a little uncomfortable. But I trust you. I'm gonna try my best to not be paranoid or jealous, ok? Because I know you'd do the same for me if the tables were turned.

MixedBerryPB: Jim Halpert, there's so many reasons that I love you and you just gave me another. I promise to cut it all off it he does anything 'un-friend-like'

Jhalperto79: (blushes) aww. I mean, even though the guy's a total douche, I can sympathize with him a bit. I'd never want to lose you.

MixedBerryPB: Phone call. Gotta pretend I'm working. ttyl

Jim glanced towards Pam's kiosk, and indeed, she was on the phone with someone. He thought to himself that it must be Jan harassing her to tell Michael something, judging by the irritated look on her face. Her eyes caught his for a second and they just shouted, 'save me!'. He smiled and turned back to his work, realizing that he did, in fact, have some sales calls to follow up on while he had been busy flaking around with his lady.

During his second call, while he was listening to the muzak while on hold with Holman and Associates, Inc.', he spied a quick, subtle, but telling interaction between Dunder Mifflin's top salesman, Dwight K. Schrute, and Angela, ice queen of accounting: as he handed her a financial document, Jim could just make out a shiny metal key slip over the paper from Dwight's hand into Angela's. She looked up a Dwight, her stern features softened with a suppressed smile.

"Thank you for completing your financials on time. You are very courteous to do so," Angela said in a robotically loud voice to assure that there was no confusion as to the nature of their business.

Dwight, however, wore a very silly grin that he could do nothing to hold back. "You are very welcome. Anytime."

And with that they turned immediately back towards their desk.

"Back to business as usual…" Jim said to himself, chuckling a bit. Dwight peered Jim over his glasses as he sat back down and reached for his phone to start another sales call, but said nothing more. Jim merely smiled back.