“Pam?”

 Why did she do this? Why didn’t she think more? because she was concentrated on just getting to the door.  Just moving her hand to the doorbell, and just talking to Jim.  That was the problem. It wasn’t Just Jim.

 It was Jim  her former best friend.

The person she knew she wanted to be with.

The person she loved.

Pam responded slowly but steady, “Here, I uh... gotta go.” And she smiled because she knew when the night was over and Jim was tired he would flip open his I-pod case and find exactly what she wanted him to.