Pam comes clean at the Laudromat, which in case you didn't know is quite the hotbed of romance.  :)  Post-Cocktails fic. 

“I get it now, she’s everything I’m not.” She says as a few tears slip out from beneath her lashes.  His subconscious realizes at this moment that she’s unconsciously mimicking a line from the Royal Tenenbaums, one of their joint favorite films. When he replays this conversation in his mind later, this will break his heart.

She looked over the boxes with wide eyes, overwhelmed by all the choices. Words like clear and easy were jumping out at her and she had no idea what to do because this was the furthest thing from clear or easy that she had ever done.

Title Courtesy of a Muse song.

 Michael’s leaning forward on his elbows, staring at her across his desk.  “That was definitely heroic and, if I may say so, romantical of you.  Well done.” While he shoots her what is meant to be a congratulatory grin, Pam stares down at the teal glass shards in her laps, still clutching the ice pack, trying desperately to pretend that the tears have stopped.

Post-Cocktails.

"And it wasn't even a good beard." Pam isn't happy with Jim's new look