[I]What the actual fuck.. [/i]

Chloe blinked.. And then blinked again about seven times in quick succession. No. It couldn't be. This was just some weird mind game. A hallucination brought on through too little sleep and too much alcohol. There was no way in the world that it was [I]him[/i]. Not even a tiny possibility. 

The lame joke sealed it. It was him. In the flesh. Chloe's stomach did a strange little lurch, and her eyebrow perked. Sure he'd said he was a Professor, but he wasn't her Professor. Hell, it was one of the smallest Colleges in the Country. There wasn't a cat in hells chance.. 

"Yo, Chlo, what's got you so perplexed?" Brad leaned in, a laugh escaping him as he checked out the facial expression that his friend was sporting. He couldn't quite place it. Well, until the word [I]wife[/i] came up.. At that point, he definitely woulda' put money on angry. Real angry. But why?

[I]Wife?[/I] 

[I]Wife?!![/i]

[b]WIFE[/b]

Chloe wanted the ground to swallow her up. She wanted to jump out of the window.. She wanted to do anything to get herself out of there. Instead, she sat. She sat calmly through the cheeky little jokes and jabs at the significant other, and waited. Waited for the end when she merely gathered up her belongings and headed down the steps with Brad. Just walk past.. Keep your head down and walk past. Don't glare, don't frown.. Just walk.