Hey. This is my first fan fiction story ever so please review and give me some feedback on my story if you have the time! Unfortunately, I don't own any of The Office. Wish I owned Jim though. But then again, don't we all!

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't own any of The Office. Wish I owned Jim though. But then again, don't we all!

FIRST DATE

15 minutes ago Jim had stood in front of his full length mirror and studied his appearance. Neatly pressed khakis, a blue polo shirt and a nervous smile. His hair was still damp from his shower and he had dabbed on a bit of extra cologne. His teeth were brushed sparkling white and his hair was neatly combed. He couldn't tell if he looked good enough. The fact was he'd never tried so hard to look good on a date.

Now he was standing in front of a rickety flower stand, wallet by his side. He had pawed through each sweet smelling bouquet and every light, colourful bunch of flowers but he couldn't find Pam's favourite – daisies. The shop keeper had helpfully pointed out the roses "perfect for dates" but Jim wanted something special. Something more personal. Checking his watch, he hastily pointed to a pretty cluster of white flowers with frill like edges. They seemed like something Pam would like.

"Carnations!" The women said happily as she wound a purple ribbon around the blue tissue paper that clung damply to the stems. "Excellent choice. Beautiful."

"Yeah," Jim whispered, almost to himself. "She is."

Pam was still in her robe frantically searching through her closet trying to find an outfit. At least her new shampoo and conditioner had worked a treat and instead of her usual tangle of curls her hair spilled gently down her shoulders in soft auburn waves. After much deliberation she settled on wearing a high waisted black skirt made of soft, thin material, a simple white tank top and a soft, loose light blue cardigan with the sleeves casually pushed up slightly. It was a safe outfit, she figured. Not much could clash with it and it she thought it was pretty as well as casual. Pam checked her nails, freshly painted in the palest of pinks. The air was still warm and a bit of the evening sun still peeked out so that hot sunshine spilled like syrup everywhere so Pam decided against stockings. She was still deciding on shoes when the doorbell rang. With shaking hands she slipped into some low black heels and rushed to the door, too fast to panic too much.

The door swung open and he was there. His face lit up into a smile without meaning to, mirroring hers.

"Hey."

"Hey. Come in." She waved him in awkwardly, not sure what to do. He turned to her and blushed slightly. Saying nothing, he held out the flowers to her. He cleared his throat.

"Um….for you?" He asked it as though it was a question. Pam bit back a giggle as she thanked him and arranged them in a vase. She'd never seen the shy side of Jim, but now she knew it was adorable. She decided to put him out of his misery.

"Don't worry," she said. "I – I'm nervous too." She felt her cheeks heat up. He chuckled.

"Who says I'm nervous Beesly?" He challenged her. She laughed.

"Your shoes do, Halpert." She teased, pointing to his feet. Jim looked down.

His shoes were on the wrong feet. It only took a second for them to both double over laughing.

I know it's a bit corny, sorry. J I might keep going, I'm not sure yet. Let me know if you want to me too! Thanks for reading!