PB & J

Untitled Part 1

Jim checked his reflection in the mirror as he finished tying his tie. He blew out a breath and stared wide eyed at himself. It was very trademark Jim Halpert; a light blue shirt rolled up to his sleeves, a navy tie and grey pants.

New day, new job; he just hoped he'd make a good first impression.

He pulled into the parking lot at Dunder Mifflin Scranton a few minutes before eight thirty. As he walked into the building, he was passed by many workers. A large black man who rolled his eyes at Jim; a stocky woman with bright red hair who looked at him with lust in her eyes and a Latino man with very well groomed hair who gave him a friendly smile and continued on his way into the building.

None assisting him with finding the office, Jim settled with glancing at the board in the wall as he entered the building.

"Uh, excuse me," Jim approached the desk tucked away in the corner of the lobby. The security guard slowly looked up at him. "Could you tell me where I could find the Dunder Mifflin office?"

The security guard sighed and tapped the number next to the name of the office on the board.

"Right," Jim murmured. "Thanks."

"Mmhmm."

Jim felt uncertain as he approached the door that very clearly stated Dunder Mifflin. He took a deep breath and opened it.

The office was a large space but was crammed with desks. Each person behind a desk looked up as Jim walked in and he gave them all a smile and a small wave. He got a few half hearted smiles back and many just returned to whatever they were doing.

Jim sighed and walked towards reception. The woman behind the desk looked up as he approached and gave him the most welcoming smile he'd received since he arrived.

"Hi," she said quietly, her smile glittering.

"Hi," he responded. He smiled wider than he'd probably ever smiled before.

Her pretty brown hair was half tied up, frizzy and sitting on her shoulders. Her face was soft and natural, her light green eyes offset by her pale pink shirt. The desk she sat behind was uncluttered and showed signs of being a desk someone had cleared many times out of sheer boredom. She smelled of lilacs and for all Jim knew, she was the single most important person he had ever met in his life up to that point.

Realising that he had been staring, Jim nervously uttered, "Oh, right, um, I'm Jim Halpert. It's my first day here," he added, smiling goofily.

"Right," the woman said distantly, still staring and smiling. She then righted herself and straightened her shirt. "Pam Beesly. "

She extended her hand and Jim reached out to take a hold of it.

Her skin was softer than anything Jim had ever experienced before; smoother than silk, the lines on her palm barely there at all. His own big hand enveloped hers, and he was afraid he was hurting her. Reluctantly, he was the first to let go.

"I'll, um... I'll just get Michael." She said quietly, reaching for the phone and seeming hesitant to release their gaze. Pam punched in a number on the phone and said softly, "Michael, Jim Halpert's here."

An excited shriek rung came from the office behind Jim and a short man with tanned skin and black hair ran out. He wore a simple suit but on his feet he had brightly coloured sneakers on. He ran up to Jim and extended a hand, shaking vigorously as Jim accepted it.

"Jim!" he exclaimed. "Jimmy Jim Jim!"

Jim smiled shakily at him.

"Jimothy!" the strange little man continued to speak. "I am Michael Scott, regional manager of the Dunder Mifflin Scranton branch and we are very happy to have you." He smiled widely.