“Obviously you don’t really know what you think you know.” Pam teased.

“Oh, really? And you know that…how?”

“Because. If you knew, it wouldn’t matter if I’d said it.”

“But you haven’t.”

“Exactly.”

Jim considered this. “Don’t you want to?”

She smiled. “Actually, I do.”

“So…”

Pam leaned in, “I love you, Jim Halpert.”