An unfamiliar English teacher suddenly approached me.
"Teacher Everhart, what's the deal with Xavion and Harlow? How long has this been going on?"
"For quite a few years now. They grew up together, even dated, and have always had this ambiguous relationship."
"What? Before Harlow left, she was dating Mr. Myerson from the science department. I heard he threw quite a fit when he saw that photo yesterday."
I grew more confused.
"Harlow's getting married any day now. Doesn't he know?"
The English teacher looked shocked, then walked away with a gossip-hungry expression. Suddenly, the perspective shifts from first-person.
Viewing Harlow and Xavion's entanglement as an outsider, it felt like this. I suddenly felt relieved to have distanced myself from it all.
As the workday was ending, I received a message from Garrison:
'Are you free this weekend? Could you accompany me to a wedding?'