Her things were in a bag by her desk. Angela would grab them on her way out so Pam didn’t have to go back after…

She felt strangely disappointed that it all fit into one bag.

She waited, three minutes early, and remembered that night.

“I’m in love with you.”

“What?”

“I'm really sorry if that's weird for you to hear, but I needed you to hear it. Probably not good timing, I know that, I just…”

“What are you doing? What do you expect me to say to that?”

“I just needed you to know. Once.”

“Well, I…uhm…I can't.”