Jim finished as much as he could with his work and left an hour and a half early from work--clearing it with Michael first, of course.
"Just because you're going to see your girlfriend doesn't mean you can leave early, Jim," Dwight said as Jim was packing his things up.
"Oh, really? Interesting," Jim said. "Okay, have a good weekend everyone," he called out to the office workers.
"Michael!" Dwight said as he got up from his desk to go to Michael's office. Jim smiled and left, waving to his sister.
"I'll call you when I get there, ok? You'll be the first one I call afterward," Jim said to Jen. It was true. Jim Halpert was finally going to offically propose to his girlfriend of almost a year, Pamela Beesley.
He carefully rushed to New York, to Pam's apartment, found the hide-away key she made specially for him, and opened the apartment door. "Wow." He said to himself. This was exactly how her old apartment was. A bit messy. He dropped his things onto her bed, then went back downstairs to get the rest of his things.
Jim only had about a half hour to set up everything. He called out for some pizza, and the entire time he was on the phone, Pam's neighbor started pounding on the wall. Then, he carefully put up little Christmas lights around the apartment, and some candles--not enough to make the smoke detector to go off, though. He then took the bouquets of flowers he bought on the way up and put them anywhere he could find a place. After which he took two dozen roses, tore off the pedals and put them on the bed (which he cleared off) and also on the floor in the entry way. Now all he had to do was wait semi-patiently.