INT. STARBUCKS SEATING AREA
Jim is seated on a stool in front of a small round table. He looks less than happy. Then Michael walks into view carrying two large cups. Michael puts one cup down in front of Jim and sits on a stool across from him.
MICHAEL
Got you a.. uh... crappa... something
or another.
JIM
(looking at cup)
A regular coffee would've been fine.
MICHAEL
No, no, only the best for my pal Jim.
Drink up.
Jim slowly tastes the coffee and looks surprised. He nods and drinks a little more. A happy Michael drinks his.
JIM
So... what did you need to speak
to me about?
MICHAEL
Oh... yeah. Well. Um...
(peeks at camera)
See.. this whole thing with... work.
LIke... Dwight.. he's all...
(takes a sip of his coffee)
I feel like.. the productivity...
Michael takes another sip and looks up at the ceiling thoughtfully. Jim looks at the camera and back to Michael.
JIM
You... didn't really need to speak to me.
MICHAEL
Oh, um... fssssshhhhh...
(smiles to camera)
Not really, no.
JIM
(getting up)
See you back at work.
MICHAEL
Aw, come on! Just chill with me for a bit.
We don't hang... like we used to.
JIM
Michael... we never hung out.
MICHAEL
Well.. we could've. Besides...
(dangles his cars keys)
It's a long walk back to the office.
Jim shakes his head at Michael and then the camera.
JIM
That's the last time I let you drive anywhere.
Jim sits heavily as Michael drinks up some more.
MICHAEL
SO... hear from Karen? She missing the
Fat Halpert?
(laughs to camera)
Jim looks sharply at the camera and stands.
JIM
Actually... not a bad day for a walk.
MICHAEL
Aw, come on...
Just then an attractive young woman walks up to Jim.
WOMAN
Jim, right?
JIM
Uh... yes. Hi.
WOMAN
(looks at camera oddly and then back to Jim)
Um... I'm Donna. I live down the street from you.
JIM
Oh yes, right! We met at the cookout.
DONNA
Yes! How are you?
MICHAEL
Hello!
JIM
Um... this is my... boss.
DONNA
(extending hand)
Donna. Donna Macguffin.
MICHAEL
(shaking hand)
Bond. James Bond.
(laughs as Donna looks confused, then stifles)
Always wanted to.. say that.(beat)
Michael. Michael Scott.
DONNA
Oh.. ok.
(turns back to Jim)
So, um... How's everything?
JIM
Not bad. You know...
DONNA
(looking Jim up and down)
Wow. Never saw you in a suit and tie before.
I usually see you walk past during the evening
when you're going to shoot a few hoops.
JIM
Oh, yeah.
DONNA
You know, you have on the sneakers and the
(beat) shorts. And then you come back and you're
all sweaty and your shirt is kinda sticking to your
body. Then I imagine, UH, guess that you go
home and take a nice long...hot... shower.
Donna looks intently at Jim. Jim looks a bit embarrassed as a wide-eyed Michael looks back and forth at the two.
DONNA
Uh... I just happen to catch you walking by.
JIM
That's, um... good timing.
DONNA
(embarrassed)
Yeah. So, um... I always wanted to learn how to play
basketball. Um.. I was um.. wondering... um... would
you teach me.. sometime? We could play a little...
one on one?
MICHAEL
(low)
Wow.
JIM
Uh...that's... That would be nice.. um...
but...
MICHAEL
Jim would be happy to! Then you could
shower together.
Jim and Donna look at Michael in shock.
MICHAEL
Um... I mean...(beat) Conserves water.
JIM
Michael... I think you're forgetting someone.
MICHAEL
Karen is history, Jimbo. Time to get back on
the horse.
(looks at Donna)
Figure of speech.
Jim sighs and looks at the ceiling.
DONNA
(sympathetically)
Oh! Did this Karen woman... hurt you?
JIM
Pam, Michael. PAM.
MICHAEL
Are you still on that? There
is no Pam.
DONNA
So.. this Pam is... imaginary?
JIM
(to Michael)
What is your deal? You have some
kind of... mental block with me and Pam.
MICHAEL
Pam is gone, JIm. You gotta get past this!
DONNA
Oh! Pam is.. dead? I'm so sorry.
JIM
(getting frustrated)
She's not dead! We're going to be
married!
JIm freezes and stares at the camera. Regret shows on his face instantly.
MICHAEL
What? Oh my God! That's...
I thought it was over! That's great!
Michael gives a really flustered JIm a hug as a shocked Donna looks on. Jim shrugs out of it.
MICHAEL
Wait.. you and Pam are getting married...
(motions to Donna)
and you're talking about showering with
some stranger?
DONNA
(offended)
Really! Well, you can forget that. I don't
care HOW hot you look when you're sweaty.
JIM
But I didn't...
Donna turns and stalks off leaving a mystified Jim standing there. Michael shakes his head at Jim then turns towards the departing Donna.
MICHAEL
(towards Donna)
You know... I got some b-ball skills, too...
Michael watches her leave and then shakes his head disdainfully at Jim. A defeated Jim just shakes his head at the camera.
Author's Chapter Notes:
Over on the Life in the Office forum we were goofing around about Donna (one of the great Lito-ites) being in a Cold Opening. Donna suffers from a serious case of Jim Halpert/John Krasinski-itis , as I imagine most women on this site do. So, we thought it would be fun to have her meet him. But I'm sorry, Donna, I could not have you sleep with Jim. They would take my MTT.Just-once writers card away if I wrote that...lol...
