Author's noooooote: Hey you guys. So I tried to post this yesterday, cause I was in bed sick alllll day so I wrote like five chapters, but then when I tried, I kept getting this "error" message. All. Day. But I just woke up this morning and decided to try again, and it worked! hahh. So anyway, this chapter's a little shorter than my last couple, but the next flashbacks are longer. They're like three word document pages. Of course, I always say that, and then they never end up being very long. So... whatever.
Also, sorry to I'm A Friggin Pokemon Master (by the way, LOVE yyour name.) and to anyone else if I confused you with the "blonde" thing. I don't think I ever refer to anyone as "the blonde" again, but if I do, and it's in the present, I'm probably talking about Ryan and not Angela. hahah.
And as long as fanfiction doesn't block my postings again, I should have the next chapter up in a couple of days!

"Yes, it's true. I'll be spending my day with Dwight Shrute."

"Okay. Explain why. Make sure you're clear and concise."

"Well," Ryan breathed. He doesn't usually get called in to talk with the cameras, unless he's directly a part of something strange happening in the office. Mostly he tried to stay away from Michael and pointless rants and random arguments with the employees, so he hardly has anything to say to the documentary crew. However, this morning Randy the camera man gave him a hard tap on the shoulder and beckoned him to follow. He was sat down in front of the window and told to explain why Dwight was "paying him special attention" earlier with the pathetically simple brain teasers. "I have spent a year here. I have to commit or get out. Dwight's the top salesman in the company and he's taking me on my first sales call today. And, um, I'm… excited."

"Alright, that's probably all we need from you. Thanks," the middle-aged man replied. "Can you send Dwight in here?" Ryan nodded and returned to his desk, signaling Dwight into the conference room. He looked up from his computer screen to find Pam staring at him once more. However, he doesn't wonder "who" she's looking at anymore. He smiled as he sauntered over to reception and grabbed a few candies, popping them into his mouth one at a time.

"Hey, temp." He paused, lowering his hand from his mouth and choosing to glare at the woman in front of him.

"What did you just call me?"

A tiny smile was dancing on her lips. "Temp." His glare grew more furious and she giggled slightly in response.

"I'm not a temp anymore."

"Yeah, but calling you 'junior sales associate at a mid-range paper supply firm' doesn't quite have the same ring to it."

Ryan shrugged. "True," he gave in. "But what happened to 'twelve-year-old boyfriend'? I kind of liked that one."

"Meh," she joked, her soft hand rocking side to side, giving the 'so-so' sign. "But I decided we can't use those anymore." His eyebrow rose, silently questioning her statement. "When I called you that last night on the phone, some ladies at WalMart gave me a really weird look." Ryan laughed beside her, almost choking on his cherry Starburst. Pam had called him the night before. He was initially surprised, because they never talked outside of work, but the shock settled into gratitude. She greeted him with "Hey, twelve-year-old boyfriend." He laughed and returned the sentiment, but she interrupted him, saying, "I mean, my twenty-five-year-old coworker. Who is not my boyfriend. Nor twelve." Confused, Ryan asked her what she meant. "Uh, nothing. Anyway, hi!" He repeated her salutation, and they chatted mindlessly for a few minutes. He was worried they'd have nothing to talk about after his first attempt at conversation by telling her about a cold call he made earlier, and she replied "Oh, I really don't talk about work when I'm not at work. You know, ever." But she easily transitioned into something about her search for a new apartment, and afterwards they glided from topic to topic with ease. It was comfortable. "Hey, what's your favorite candy?" she asked.

"Um, I don't know. Why?"

"Because. I think it's time for a change at the reception desk. I've had jelly beans up there for years. And I hate jelly beans. I only kept them because Jim…" she paused, and he heard a giant breath on the other line. "I just want to change them. And since you spend more time eating my candy than anyone, I figure I might as well please my biggest customer. So, favorite?"

He replied that he liked Starbursts, and she told him that she could unwrap one with just her tongue. He said that was the mark of a good kisser. They shared an uncomfortable silence, and Ryan let out an awkward "Um…" After a little while, she sarcastically remarked that she'd been told she had talent in that particular area. He laughed, and they continued the phone call effortlessly.

"Okay, okay," he let out, snapping out of his flashback and into their present conversation. "Fine. Our twelve-year-old relationship is over."

"Nah, the relationship can continue. But we'll have to keep it a secret," she replied, putting a finger to her lips for emphasis.

"So," he attempted to sound nonchalant. "We're in a secret relationship?"

She appeared to think about it for a moment, and he prayed that he didn't look hopeful. Ryan had spent the last few days trying to convince himself that he didn't like Pam Beesly, but he couldn't deny the happy shivers that ran through his body at her replying sentence. "Yeah. I guess we are."

"Alright," he breathed, and cursed his voice for cracking on the last syllable. She smirked, and he returned to his chair. They exchanged subtle glances for a few minutes until Dwight burst out of the conference room, beckoning Ryan to follow him out the door. The former temp sighed as he grabbed his briefcase, and went to steal his coat from reception.

"I can't believe you're ditching me to go on a sales call."

He smiled, relishing in the thought that she'd be lost without him. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find someone to eat with."

"Oh, I'm not worried about me," she dismissed with a wave of her hand. "I'll be fine. What I meant was, I can't believe you're ditching me to go on a sales call and spend the entire day with Dwight. Today is going to suck for you."

"Thanks for the support," he smirked. "See you later, secret girlfriend."

"Hey! 'Secret' means nobody knows about it. You can't call me your secret girlfriend. It ruins the secret." He shrugged as if to say he understood. "Have a great day, temp. Make me proud."

"Fine," he replied, glaring at her slightly. "Bye, secretary."