Pam packed a bag as quickly as she could and changed into a semi-sexy outfit, a summery skirt and a light v-neck sweater in blue with three quarter length sleeves. It was an outfit she'd bought after her break up with Roy, it was modest but fu at the same time. She even put on some matching underwear in case the night went really well. She told herself that it wouldn't get the far and they would take things slow but her underwear cost more than her outfit. As much as Pam was trying to be honest, she was a master of self delusion. A quick lick of mascara and she was ready for the road.

Let's go. No excuses this time.

She left at just gone nine so she'd get to his and half eleven-ish if her instructions were good enough. She kept directions to his new place at her home since he'd moved for no other reason than it made her feel close to him again.

She hit the road full of adrenaline and excitement. He wasn't explicit but she knew there was a flicker of hope and she had to make sure. She was ready for a big step.

It was almost midnight when she finally got arrived at his apartment. She saw the artificial glow of his laptop shining out of his window. He was still awake. She checked her appearance quickly and walked to the front door knowing if she took a moment to absorb the magnitude of this moment she'd flee.

She made her way up one flight of stair and stood in front of his door. Number 23. It was dark blue.

Jim's door. No turning back. You've gotten this far. Knock. Go on. Knock. Lift your arm up and knock.

She knocked.

Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god.

The blue door eventually opened.

"Pam?" He looked tired and stood unshaven in his old t-shirt and sweat pants. His hair was even scruffier than usual, sticking out at unusual angles almost like it had exploded. He looked confused.

Ok, so he didn't work out I'm Natalia. He doesn't look pissed off but he's not smiling either. God he looks sexy with that stubble and that hair. I've missed him so much. Ok, focus. Just say what you feel.

"Hey. Is it too late?"

Nice opener Pam. God you're so lame.

"Well it's midnight." He said bemusedly.

Ok, yeah, missed the meaning. Stop the games Pam; say what you came here to say.

"No. That's not what I meant." Say it Pam. Time to be a big step person, just this once. "I'm in love with you. Is it too late?"

Please don't let it be too late.

It was midnight when he heard the knock at the door. He was still on Second Life but he'd looked at some evening classes briefly and considered starting a sports blog. Anything so he wouldn't spend another night laying in bed thinking about Pam.

Who's here at midnight? A burglar wouldn't knock, would he?

A look out the window revealed nothing. He snuck up to the front door on his tiptoes and looked through the peephole.

Pam.

It's Pam.

Pam is standing there.

He double checks.

Yep. Definitely Pam.

I should probably open the door. Why is she here? Is this good or bad? Probably won't find out until I open the door. Open the door. Don't just stand there. Open it.

He opened the door after holding the door knob for half a minute.

"Pam?"

Yeah, nice "surprised" acting, Jim, Oscar worthy stuff. Don't smile, you don't know why she's here. God, don't scowl, she'll freak out and think you're mad at her. Just, try not to look weird and like you've been thinking about her constantly for two months. More like three years but anyway. Wow she looks pretty, even looking all nervous and worried, god I've missed her so much. God I still love her so very much. Please don't break me again.

"Hey. Is it too late?"

Weird question.

"Well it's midnight."

"No. That's not what I meant." What did you mean then? Why are you here? "I'm in love with you. Is it too late?"

Jim just let himself smile at her and watched her worried expression melt away into an equally bright smile. He reached out his hand and pulled her inside and into his arms. Their lips met and for the second time in two months he let her know exactly what he was thinking.

No. It's not too late. I love you too.

So some smooches. Nice.

Jim's still oblivious. That'll get sorted.

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, I really, really appreciate the time you take to comment and I hope this has been satisfactory. The actual 'they get together' bit has always been the hardest for me to write.