InsaneJournal

Who: Rob Kingsley, Gwen James, Phoebe Whitaker, Angela Gibbs
What: Rob has to eat lunch in the cafeteria, and Phoebe's thrilled as ever to see him.
When: lunchtime on the 28th
Where: the cafeteria
Rating/Warnings: TBD; ex-spousal squabblings and other joyous exchanges :D


Rob refrained from banging his head against his desk, but just barely. A concussion never solved anything, he reminded himself. He had to forget his packed lunch today, of all days, when there wasn't even the option of swinging over to the Olive Garden or Appleby's. Right at this moment, he could really go for something from a drinks menu at one of those places; that might even make his upcoming meal break bearable. Not much else could, not if Phoebe was working today.

For about the millionth time, he cursed whatever stroke of fate led him to find a job he actually quite enjoyed at the same place his ex-wife worked with the food. He never fully trusted that she had not done something horrible to his plate, on the rare occasions he was forced to eat at work. How the hell had they both wound up in Lawrence, Kansas, at the same company? What sort of cosmic joke was that, anyway? Maybe it was punishment for not really thinking about her since the marriage ended; but he hardly considered that such a horrible thing. They'd been married for a grand total of two days, after having met two days earlier. He'd just learnt that his first wife was getting remarried; some overreaction was bound to happen, regardless of the fact that he was happy for her. And it was Vegas-- that's what people did in Vegas.

Okay, so he probably should have mentioned that he'd been married before, instead of dropping it into what turned out to be their final argument. But it was not as if she hadn't kept some pretty big things from him, either. Maybe she should have tried to look past his accent and the words "law student." Maybe he should have tried to look past her accent and a dress that she might as well not even have bothered putting on, for all that it covered. Maybe they should have spent more time talking and less time breaking the clearance-sale bed in his flat.

Anyway. It was over and done with now, and should have just been history. It would have just been history, except they had somehow wound up in the same building, four years later, and she was now convinced that he'd orchestrated the whole thing. He still wasn't sure if she thought he had set up the situation in order to torture her or to get her back, but she did a damned good job of torturing him because of her delusion.

His stomach rumbled, and he glanced at the door to his office. Hopefully, Gwen would get here soon and he could get this over with.