A/N: There's really nothing new to add, because we're both still being the same characters. This chapter's pretty long compared to the other ones but hey, everyone loves Jim and Pam. And Angela and Michael... at least we do. Thanks to those who reviewed! We're glad you guys like it.
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Even from across the room Angela could hear him introduce himself. "Jim, really?" She made her way across the café to the table where Jim was sitting and took a seat across from him. Pam hadn't done it yet, so why should she stand there awkward. "What a great name." Not entirely true. She would never date a guy named Jim. It sounded far too dependable. She liked guys with a bit of a crazy streak. "So, Jim. I was wondering about your accent earlier. Where are you from, exactly?" Not that she knew anything about American geography. There was New York and Hollywood and that really big space in between that people probably lived in. Oh, and she definitely wasn't flirting. That would piss Pam off royally. Well… maybe she was flirting. Jim was in her section! And she was bored.
Pam's eyes widened as she watched Angela take the seat that she so wanted to take. That wasn't cool at all. Who did she think she was? The Queen of England? She wasn't even the Queen of... the napkin that was crumpled on the floor that she should probably pick up... "Uh, Angela... No one asked you anything, ever," she muttered, knowing she should give up and continue working, because she already had slacked enough. But instead, she pulled a chair from the table next to them and pulled it to the other side of the table - a bit in the aisle, but not caring, clearly. "Are you from Canadia?" Pam asked, looking towards Angela with a smug grin. Angela knew nothing about the States. Sad.
So Jim had company now. That was fine with him. Michael was off doing whatever it is he was doing and if he was missing Jim he would've texted by now. "Canada? That's not actually in America. Well, it's in North America. But it's not part of the States. I'm from Pennsylvania." Did that even mean anything to them? Jim didn't know anything about England except the fact that London was there so he really didn't expect them to know anything about the States.
"Pennsylvania, how great," Angela said, nodding as if she even knew where that was. Pennsylvania? Was that even a word? "Is that near New York at all?" Someday Angela was going to go to New York. She watched Gossip Girl obsessively and it looked like the most amazing place. London was dull, dull, dull. And the weather. It was cold and wet and grey all the time. Even in the summer. New York looked so amazing in comparison. "Have you been to New York? Do you know anyone famous?"
"No, no one famous," Jim said. "But I have been to New York a few times." Like when he was ten and his family went to the Museum of Natural History for his birthday. That was a great day. "Pennsylvania's pretty close. Scranton's about two hours away."
Pam was listening, she really was. But it was going in one ear and out the other. Especially after she was shot down about being from Canada. Especially when she'd said it wrong. And watching Angela pretend to know what she was talking about was very amusing. "Pennsylvania..." She paused, "Wait, is that near the Hershey's factory, or Hershey's parks or something?" Pam knew her chocolate. And she was pretty certain with what she was saying.
"The Hershey's factory is in Pennsylvania, yeah," Jim said. "I went there on a class trip in second grade. We got a ton of free samples and four kids got sick on the bus ride home." For a second grader that made for a pretty top-notch day. Lots of sugar and when a kid barfed in school it was front page news for a week. He hadn't been back since but now he was kind of reconsidering that. Who didn't want to go to a chocolate factory? Being Charlie Bucket for a day was fun.
"That's so cool." Personally Angela didn't care at all about this chocolate factory, whatever it was. Everyone knew chocolate in Europe was way better than in America. Why would anyone get a Hershey bar when it was right next to the Mars bars and the Cadburys? Complete pricks, that's who. It was just traitorous. Pam thought she was crazy but Angela really was partial to chocolate that didn't taste like crayons. "You know, we have really good chocolate here. Better chocolate, actually. You should get some. They sell a ton at the store on the corner. Do they have Kit-Kats in America? Those are the best." Nestle really knew their stuff. Hershey's was probably a lame knock-off.
Pam could tell Angela didn't care and was being fake. She knew that. But Pam actually did find it interesting. "I want to go there someday. I always pictured it to be like absolutely gigantic, with chocolate fountains that I can drink from." She paused, looking down at the table slightly, realizing she probably could have kept that in. She was trying to impress this guy, more than the blonde bimbo next to her. So instead she turned to Angela, "Yeah, they have Kit-Kats in America. What a stupid question." She only knew this because of some movie she had watched that was American with Kit-Kats in it. But it still felt good to talk down to Angela.
"We do have Kit-Kats, yes." Kit-Kats really were the best. He had no idea those were British. Or English. Whichever. He wasn't about to make an ass of himself and ask which was correct. "It wasn't really a stupid question." Jim didn't really know anything about London. Like Nestle was apparently a British company. Who knew? He thought it was American. "So, do you two live in London?" There were probably a billion cities outside of London, but to Jim London was basically the whole country.
"We do," Angela said, glad to have something to talk about other than America. How was she supposed to know they had Kit-Kats there? It wasn't an American company! She didn't know anything about America other than the president was Barack Obama and that's where all the most famous movie stars lived. Other than the Harry Potter lot and half of them probably lived over there too. She didn't exactly keep up with where they lived. Didn't Emma go to university over there? Maybe Jim knew her. Wait, he said he didn't know any famous people. Well, never mind that then. It could have been a talking point but it was probably best to leave it out for now.
"We live a few streets away." She waved her hands behind her, as if that told him exactly where they lived. She slowly eyed Angela, narrowing her eyes as if telling her to leave. It was awkward sitting with this American. Or Jim, as he said, with Angela next to her. They also must look so desperate. "We've-"
"Jim?" Michael shouted, as he opened the door to the cafe. He looked around quickly - it had been the sixth place he'd shouted into, trying to find him. He thought about texting him, but how far could he have gone? That'd be a waste of a text. Though he had unlimited.
"Michael, hey," Jim said, waving him over. "I got hungry, sorry. I figured you'd be in there for a while." He slid over in the booth to make room for him, even though now he was trapped inside. "Michael, this is Angela and Pam. They work here." He figured Michael would elaborate on his own so he didn't feel the need to add anything else. Plus it was obvious they were hot. He didn't really need to point that out.
Angela liked Michael instantly. He was much more her type. A little shorter than Jim (but still taller than she was) with dark hair and eyes. Without getting to know him it was impossible to tell whether he was mysterious and had a dangerous streak but he was certainly attractive enough to give it a go. And he was American too. There was nothing wrong with fooling around with an American a bit. It was an experience. Maybe a once in a lifetime experience. "Nice to meet you, Michael," Angela said, giving him a little wave from across the table and resisting the urge to hold out her hand for him to kiss.
Pam placed a hand over her mouth and chose to keep quiet, though she did let out a few laughs. What guy would go around yelling their friends names into different places? It was highly amusing. Plus, it was more interesting watching Angela, and Pam immediately mimicked her wave back to her, a smirk on her face. "Hi, Michael." None of that nice to meet you, crap. She wasn't sure if it was nice or if it wasn't yet.
Michael immediately sat down next to Jim, wide eyed as he looked at the two girls sitting with Jim. And now luckily, him. Holy hell, they were hot. And if they were sitting with him, then they had to be desperate. The brunette was very attractive. Nice rack. But the blonde, well, was blonde. And she seemed more polite. And she was short, which meant he could probably pick her up easily. "Nice to meet you, too. Both." He paused, looking towards Jim with a grin. "So you're both British, then?" He finally asked excitedly, not being able to keep his cool.
"Something wrong with your face?" Jim asked. It looked like Michael's grin was never going to go away.
"Isn't he funny?" Angela was still sucking up to the, though she didn't know why. Other than the fact that she wouldn't mind getting Michael in the corner of a dark room somewhere. Was that creepy, since they had just met? Maybe it was. But they were on holiday! They were supposed to do things they would regret when they got back to school and the real world. The Real World. That was a good program. Maybe Americans were really like that and Michael would be completely on board for her little fantasy.
"Nothing's wrong with my face." Michael quickly turned to Jim, narrowed eyes. "Don't say that in front of the g-i-r-l-s." He whispered harshly, rolling his eyes and looking back at the both of them. Angela was overly friendly. He liked that. Pam? She scared him. He didn't know why. But she gave off this scary kind of vibe.
Pam turned, seeing the older guys looking around. She knew it was for her. "If you'd excuse me, I need to go get felt up." She muttered, pushing back and making her way to the table. She meant exactly what she said. She deserved all the tips, because the amount of times they pet her arm or pat her back when they left, was just creepy. But she'd take it, for the cash.
"What does felt up mean here?" Michael asked Angela, and then turned towards Jim. "I don't want to assume..." Though if it was anything like what he thought it meant - he wouldn't mind feeling up the blonde in front of him.
"You know we can spell in England, right? We may talk a bit different but basic words are still spelled the same way." Michael was definitely not the dark mysterious type, but he was a bit silly and probably a lot of fun to be around. She would take it. "What does it mean in America? I'm sure it's probably the same thing." It wasn't like Pam was really being felt up. Just getting physically close with the customers. Which was a bit disgusting in her opinion, but for some reason Pam put up with it. Angela probably would have slapped them all. And then smiled, so she could still get her tips.
Jim smirked. "Yes, Michael. Explain that to her. That would be fun for all of us." He knew some things were different here, but the basics probably had to be the same. Even if it was, it was always fun to watch Michael try to explain things that were a bit more… sensitive in nature. He usually went overboard and tried to be delicate but ended up being overly explicit. It was always fun to watch.
Michael didn't know why Jim was grinning. Why was he grinning? What was funny? He rolled his eyes, focusing on Angela. "It's like groping." He paused slightly. Maybe she didn't know what that meant. "It's like, caressing..." Maybe they didn't know what that was either. "Touching someone. Most likely, sexually." He looked towards Jim, a pained expression on his face as if he wasn't sure if he'd said the right thing.
Pam made her way back over, sitting down and slamming her tips on the table in front of Angela. "Ah ha, look at this. Look at it."
"Have a nice day, Pamela," one of the older guys called while leaving. Pam didn't bother looking back as she waved a hand, dismissing them as she pointed to the tip, bringing Angela back to focus on how she always made more in tips. Without the stupid smiles.
Jim was honestly having a hard time deciding between laughing and just laying his head on the table and giving up completely, but to Angela's credit she didn't just laugh at him.
"Sexual touching, got it," Angela said, nodding seriously. So that was something they had in commons with Americans. Being felt up was the same. Good to know there wouldn't be any confusion on that front later. Angela quickly scooped up the money and counted it. "Not bad," she conceded. "But they come in what, twice a week? So two days a week you have good tips and the rest are complete rubbish. I get decent tips every day. So it evens out. I probably make more than you in tips, really." The key was smiling. Always smile. Or have a crack addicted, fatherless baby, like in that episode of Family Guy Pam had made her watch. Angela didn't quite get that show.
"You hardly make more than me. The only reason you make more in tips is because you're fake and you walk around smiling like every day is the best day of your life and there's just nowhere else you'd rather be which is a bloody lie." Angela already got paid more than Pam. And Angela got this job because of Pam. It was unfair. Everyone favored Angela. Even her parents. Someday, Pam would win. She grabbed the money out of Angela's hands and placed it in her pocket. "Why are you talking about sexual touching?"
"Michael brought it up," Angela said promptly. "It all started when you said you had to go get felt up. Then it turned into very dirty conversation and you missed it all."
"But on the plus side," Jim added. "We've discovered that felt up means the same thing here and in the States. So now you know."
Angela nodded sagely. "Knowledge. It's a very good thing to have." If they were lucky, Pam would be incredibly confused and she could just prolong that for a while. Pam never thought that was funny but Angela definitely got a kick out of it. Messing with Pam was one of her favorite daily activities, right after making toast for breakfast. Angela really loved toast, especially with jam.
Pam looked towards Jim, staring longer than she should have - but he was really easy on the eyes. She could probably just stare her whole day and never get bored. Well, as long as she got to touch. "I figured it did," She mumbled, looking back to Angela, a confused expression spreading on her face. "Wait, what? What dirty conversation?" She really hoped there was one, and Angela wasn't going to toy with her. Because it was enough she did it all the time, but in front of the hot American? Jim! Not needed.
"Totally dirty." Michael agreed, not really knowing what Angela was doing, but it was amusing enough for him to participate in. "Angela told us the things you like... you know." No, he didn't know. But maybe she would, or something.
"What?" Pam whispered loudly, looking over at Angela with wide eyes.
"Americans are very open about their sexuality!" Angela stage-whispered. "It's normal conversation for them. I was just trying to help us fit in a bit better."
Jim shrugged. "Sorry Pam, but it's working pretty well. We have a whole new level of respect for you now that we know incredibly descriptive details of your sex life." This could be a fun game, seeing how much they could make Pam blush. "Don't worry, though. She only told us the good stuff. Nothing too embarrassing. Unless you count… nope, I'm not even going to repeat it."
Why would Angela tell them things? How could she do that? That was just a new all-time low, even for her! She felt herself blush, immediately looking away as she tried to think about what Angela could have even told them. "Oh," she muttered nervously. Still having absolutely no idea. "That's... brilliant."
"C'mon, it's a good thing!" This was the first time Michael was actually in on the joke, and it wasn't about him. "I mean, what she told us? We never would have guessed. Jim's right, the level of respect is so high right now." Watching this girl who appeared to not have a care about much blush was hilarious.
"Really good," Jim agreed. "I mean, I didn't come here looking for a new hero or anything, but you might have made the list. She told us some pretty intense stuff and I have to say, I'm looking at you in a whole different light now."
It was so hard for Angela to not laugh out loud. Pam wasn't exactly prudish but she wasn't the type to discuss her sex life with strangers. Or have it discussed with strangers without her even being there. "Don't worry," Angela assured her. "They think you're great! We all do. So let's just put this little incident behind us and move on, okay? There's no need to be embarrassed or anything."
"Hero?" She muttered out, somewhat quietly. Now she really really didn't know what she said. Pam wasn't exactly the type to get with a lot of guys, or really any guys. There had been times, of course, but she was really overall confused. And still extremely embarrassed. "I don't wanna talk about this anymore," she whispered, looking down at her lap and straightening out the fabric of her skirt.
"Okay, we won't talk about it anymore." Michael knew some people would feel bad, maybe, but this was great. "We'll just think about it... to ourselves." He was quiet for a second before shaking his head. "So dirty."
"You're making Pam feel self-conscious!" Angela exclaimed, looking at her friend. She was blushing more than Angela had ever seen, except perhaps for the time when they went to that amusement park and Pam threw up on the roller coaster after lunch. "It's okay, Pam," Angela said, patting her arm. "We'll just let it go and move on to a new topic, okay? We can talk about anything. You pick."
Pam glanced at Angela as she pattered her arm, her eyes somewhat narrowed. This was Angela's fault in the first place. How dare she tell them anything about her? Especially to Jim. The hot one. Though Michael seemed like the type you didn't wanna give information to, either. "I don't care what we talk about, just talk." She'd join in when the embarrassment passed through.
"We could talk about how both of your accents are extremely hot." Michael suggested, looking towards Jim and nodding confidently.
"Really, Michael?" Their accents were hot, of course, but it wasn't the kind of thing you talked about. At least, not while the girls were actually there.
"You really think our accents are hot?" Angela asked. That was news to her. Did Americans like British accents? She didn't necessarily love American accents, but they were certainly intriguing. "Do all Americans think that or are you two just very weird?" They were probably just weird. They seemed a bit weird, but they were rather attractive so it was okay by her if they didn't have a problem with it. Wait, what? What exactly they were going to be doing that they might have a problem with? She was getting very ahead of herself. But there were no classes, Christmas was coming up… it was a magical time of year.
"I'm pretty damn sure that all Americans like British accents. Well, the smart ones do." Which would be why Michael and Jim liked them. Well, Michael liked them. He wasn't sure on Jim's take. Especially since he didn't just agree with him, though he hardly did. "Why? Do you two not like American accents?"
Pam looked up and eyed him, but didn't say a word. She loved American accents, actually. But she didn't need to tell them that. And she was still recovering.
"Oh, we love Americans," Angela said. Then she giggled, as if realizing her mistake. Intentional mistake. "I mean, American accents. They're brilliant." Not that she had really heard them much outside of movies, but they were always so nice to listen to in movies. Especially in that one movie… what was it? Sweet Home Alabama. They had southern accents in that one. They were wonderful.
"Good to know," Jim said to Angela, though he was looking at Pam. Maybe they had gone too far with the joking around. She was being very quiet now. He hadn't been the one to start it, though.
"Brilliant?" Michael repeated questioningly. He hadn't heard their accent called 'brilliant' before. He always thought their accent was plain. Well, he didn't think they had an accent at all. He felt like all the accents were built off of their normal plain accent. "It's not even an accent."
"It's an accent to us." Pam spoke up, "Just like our accents aren't accents to us... but they are to you. Like, our accents originated from China." No, not even close. But Michael seemed as gullible as she was at times.
"China? Seriously?" Michael asked with wide eyes, "That's not something I'd assume. I can't understand them at all."
"You'll have to excuse Michael," Jim said. "He was dropped on his head when he was a baby. A few times, actually."
"That's terrible," Angela said sympathetically, even though that was probably a lie because didn't babies die if you dropped them on their head? What a horrid thought. "I just hope you're okay now."
Jim shook his head sadly. "He's really not. It's been like nineteen years but he still hasn't recovered totally from the trauma. Sometimes he says things that just make no sense. And he will believe almost anything you tell him. It's sad, really."
"Sounds like Angela." No, actually it sounded like herself. But she wasn't going to say that. Angela had made her look dumb enough in front of both of them. "It's rough."
"I was never dropped on my head," Michael said suddenly, looking over at the three of them. "I was a healthy child and I hardly ever hit the ground. And everything I say makes sense, believe me. It's not my fault that Jim doesn't understand half the things I say. I'm far too smart and imaginative for him, really."
Michael always insisted he had a highly tuned imagination and that Jim just didn't understand him, but to be honest, sometimes Michael just seemed like he was high or something. "Yeah, something like that," Jim said, looking at his watch. He had already been there for an hour. His sandwich was long gone and the rest of his coffee was completely cold, but they still had hours before they had to be back at the hotel.
"I believe you, Michael," Angela said, patting his hand. "Don't worry. Jim just doesn't get it."
Michael glanced down at his hand. Did the blonde just touch him? It was a first that a girl looked at him over Jim. That felt good. Maybe he could get a little threesome if Pam didn't seem so hard to approach. "You're right, he doesn't."
"I'm sure he probably does." Pam muttered, smirking at Angela's lame flirting. It was almost embarrassing to watch. "Be careful, Angela's covered in diseases. She probably just passed you one."
Angela shrugged. "At least I'm a modest person, unlike you. And I smile and I'm a happy person. You're so sarcastic all the time everyone thinks you're a bitch."
"So you guys are friends, huh?" Jim intoned, looking back and forth between them. They seemed like friends. If they weren't friends they probably wouldn't both be sitting there. At least not peacefully. They were probably best friends, if he had to guess. They acted a lot like he and Michael did a lot of the time.
"Um, yeah," Angela said, looking at Jim like he was a dim. But he was being sarcastic, wasn't he? Even hanging around Pam so much it went over her head a lot. She just wasn't all that perceptive.
"Nobody thinks I'm a bitch." Pam didn't blame Jim, they were fighting a lot. There was a lot of name calling in their friendship, too. "Mhm, we're neighbors, actually. So, we've kinda been best mates since I can remember." It seemed crazy, but this was just her and Angela's friendship. They were used to it.
"Same here, except, he's not my neighbor. Thank god." Michael stressed, laughing until he looked at Jim and immediately stopped. Jim liked to play basketball a lot, and Michael wouldn't wanna live next to that and hear it all the time.
"We do live together though," Jim pointed out. "We've been roommates for the last year and a half at school." It just seemed like an easy decision at the time, but Michael was all about coming up with different systems for when they had girls over and he moved the furniture around a lot when Jim was in class. And then there was the time when he bought a dozen goldfish and they all died within the week… it was interesting, living with him.
"You live together at school? That's really cool." Angela wished she lived at university instead of living at home with her parents and siblings, but it was a lot more expensive. "So do you not have school right now? Are you on holiday break too?"
"I don't think I could ever live with someone. Dealing with them all the time?" She shuddered. Though if it was Jim she was living with... she was pretty sure she'd handle that. There would be a fee, though. The fee would be that Jim would have to walk around naked 23 hours of every day. Seemed fair.
"Uh, yeah. We're on vacation. Christmas vacation, but we're here with our college class. We're here for two weeks, actually." Michael explained, "It's a cool chance to get out of the country, but also we have to sit through boring ass plays." Ah, unless those were really great to people here... Maybe people really loved plays. He could hurt their feelings.
"Oh God, not Shakespeare, right?" Angela cringed. "America has Brad Pitt and Beyonce and that darling Jennifer Aniston and all we have is Shakespeare. Gross."
"He was kind of important to literature," Jim pointed out. "And the modern English language…"
Angela shrugged. "So? He was boring and nothing he ever wrote made sense. We had to see A Midsummer Night's Dream a few years ago for my literature class and it was terrible. All I remember was there were fairies and a donkey."
"That really wasn't bad," Jim argued. "I saw the movie. And it was okay."
"You're one of those people who likes books, aren't you? And reading. And probably writing." Angela hated everything that books. And reading. And writing. "That's terrible, really too bad. Try not to enjoy the plays too much. You're on holiday. Have fun."
"Just because you don't like to read, doesn't mean no one else does, you know." Of course the only thing Pam read were Friends scripts online, because they weren't on Netflix instant watch. But she enjoyed it either way. "I've only been to one, my mom dragged me to it but it actually became somewhat interesting." Could have been the fact that it was the musical Annie, but she'd leave that out. That was a great musical.
"Jim loves to read, and he loves English and blah blah blah. He'll probably cry at the end of the play, because it's over." Did Jim like Shakespeare? Michael didn't know, but he did know that Jim would probably like things like that. Because he liked things that sucked.
Jim held up his hands in defeat. "I like reading, okay? Books are good. I'm not really into Shakespeare, but I never hated what we had to read in school. And I probably won't hate the plays, but I won't cry because they're over. So shut up."
"Feisty," Angela commented. "That's really weird though. Liking reading. That's not even a fun thing to do. At all."
"I know, right? Sometimes when I get back from class, he's reading on the couch, like it's normal. And it's not even a book for one of his classes, either," Michael told Angela, since Pam seemed to be taking his side. Or at least being nice. "He works at a damn bookstore."
Pam shook her head as she crossed one leg over the other before pulling her chair in a bit more. "You'll have to excuse Angela. Since she can't read, she puts down anyone who can."
"The only thing I've ever seen you read is things on the computer!" Angela exclaimed. "You could probably recite every episode of Friends from memory but if I handed you a book you wouldn't know what to do with it."
"All you have to do is open it and look at the words and hope they make sense." It was a pretty easy comment. "Friends is a good show, though," Jim said. "Do you guys get that over here? Reruns are on all the time in the states but you know, American show."
"Pam has all the series on DVD," Angela said, rolling her eyes. "It's not even a good show. Gossip Girl is rather good, though. I watch that online when I can find it."
"Not even a good show?" Pam gasped, turning towards her with wide eyes. "Take it back. It was on for ten years, obviously it was a good show!" Angela liked to say that it wasn't a good show, but she'd caught Angela laugh at it before. Friends was the best. "I had to buy all the DVDs because we probably don't have reruns as much as you lot. But we do have them sometimes." They should be on twenty four seven, but still. And she did appreciate the fact that Jim liked Friends. "Gossip Girl sucks, and I refuse to watch that."
"I watch Gossip Girl. Only because they're hot, though." Michael would stop on anything that was hot.
"It does not suck!" Angela flicked her arm. "Take it back, slag. I refuse to believe you don't watch it when you don't think I'm looking. I know you do." She probably didn't, but it really was her favorite program. Americans had much better actors and actresses than they did. Though she did like Skins quite a bit. It was so terrible but interesting at the same time. "The guys are rather hot," Angela agreed. "Though I'm sure you're not talking about them."
"The guys aren't that hot." Pam added quietly, shaking her head. Just like Angela, she had her own type of guys. And well, one happened to be sitting next to her. But she wasn't the greatest at flirting, especially when others were around.
"I'm not gay, but those guys are definitely attractive. And if you don't think that, then you just may like girls..." Michael muttered, pointing at Pam who rolled her eyes in response.
"Definitely not."
"Oh, I'm kidding. We know you don't. At least, the things Angela told us didn't contain any girl on girl action..."
"Oh, she's all about the girl on girl," Angela assured him. "I just didn't tell you because she walked back over too quickly." Before Pam could say something mean to her or hit her or something, Cesar walked over.
"Hey! People are starting to walk up to the kitchen window to shout their orders at me. It's unpleasant! Stop bothering these nice young men and get back to work!" Angela shook her head. Cesar was so demanding. But he was in charge when the owner wasn't there, and she did respect him. However, she did not want to go back to work. She wanted to sit there and talk to Michael.
"It's unpleasant? Well it's unpleasant for me standing at the moment, too. I've been in here since this morning and my feet are dead," Pam spoke back, something she never knew how to stop.
"You also broke two plates today, so let's go." Cesar didn't bother listening and made his way back to the kitchen.
Ah, Pam had forgotten about those. That was why she told him not to make her do the dishes. "Alright, let's go. Can't afford to lose this job; it's not like I'll find another." Her parents and their stupid 'Pam you need to be on your own and learn how to get money and blah blah blah.' It was the worst. "So, uh… it was nice to meet you…" She said while looking at Jim, and then slowly looking towards Michael. "You both. Nice to meet you both."
"Nice to meet you too," Jim said, looking at the girls. It kind of sucked that they had to go back to work. He was having fun, hanging out with them. It was cool to actually know some people who weren't with their group. "Hey, we'll be here for two weeks. So maybe we'll see you guys again."
Two weeks? That was practically a lifetime. Angela didn't even have any plans for what she was going to do after work. "You should definitely come back again," Angela said. "You know, if we're around. We might not be." Okay, she wasn't good at playing hard to get at all and she and Pam basically live at the café over school holidays because the extra time meant extra money, but she couldn't exactly said 'Oh yes, please come back! We'll die without you here!'
"Excuse Angela, again. She likes to pretend as if she has a life on the holiday's other than working." Pam muttered, leaning closer to the guys as if keeping it a secret. "But, yeah, maybe we'll see you." She smiled, making sure it actually looked someone genuine before she finally went back behind the counter. What a drag.
"We'll definitely be back." Michael responded, raising his eyebrows at Jim. These were the girls they'd get it in within the next two weeks. Or at least he would. Jim liked to know a girl first, before he got with them... Michael thought it was crazy.
"Great," Angela said, smiling and giving him a little wave before following Pam back behind the counter. "See you then!" she called, walking into the kitchen to actually do her job, unlike she had been doing for the past hour.
"Yeah," Jim said, nodding at Michael. "I think we'll definitely be back."