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He leans back in his chair and looks at her for approximately the 328th time today.

And it’s only 10:15.

She is pushing a lock of hair behind her ear and smiling at him.

He smiles back and carelessly plays with his tie.

Anyone looking at them might think they’re on drugs.

They couldn’t imagine being any higher.

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Their date had started off all wrong.

She hated her hair.  He was twenty minutes late because of traffic.

When she opens the door to her apartment, his breath catches in his throat.

“My hair is a nightmare.  I’ll understand if you want to cancel.”

She is wearing a pale pink dress and he thinks he could easily die on the spot.

“Jim, are you okay?  Do you want to cancel?”

When he finally finds his voice, he simply says, “Just the reservations.”

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He walks casually to her desk and checks the holder for messages.

She is typing a memo and smiles without looking at him.

“There are no new messages since you checked five minutes ago.”

“Five minutes ago?  I thought it was three.”

She laughs and writes something on her message pad.

“Here’s a message for you.”

She smiles brightly as she hands it to him.

He reads it quickly and blushes.  “For a good time, call Jim Halpert.”

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They sat at a corner table and tried to ignore the tension.

“My lasagna was amazing.”

“I’m glad you liked it.  I taught the chef everything he knows.”

“Oh, really?”

“I’m a Renaissance Man, Pam.  I sell paper, make Dwight’s life miserable, and cook gourmet meals.”

“How do you find the time?”

“I had to cut out almost all forms of social activity.”

He finished the last of his wine and smiled shyly.

“You know, I’ve wanted to take you here since it opened….which, I believe, was your second day of work.”

She reached a hand across the table and drew small circles over his knuckles.

“Thanks for taking the time to be social with me.”

He swallowed hard.  “You’re welcome.”

“So, what are you making me for breakfast?”

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They take a late lunch so they’ll be the only two in the kitchen.

“So, last night was pretty amazing.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

He gives her a smile that makes her pulse race.

“But I want you to know that I don’t normally do that on a first date.”

“Eat lasagna?”

“Well, that.  But, also….”

He finishes his soda and looks her in the eye.

“Demand breakfast in bed the morning after?”

“Yes.  It was rude of me.”

“Well, just make sure it happens every morning.”

“You got it.”