"It's just so overwhelming," Hunter said, closing the Harold Washington class catalogue.

"Ooh, take Forensics as your lab science. That way you can make fun of CSI with me," Fitz said.

"Not helping."

"Sorry."

"And I don't know how I feel about getting dropped off in a squad car. Not the first impression I want to make."

"Hey, you were the one running late," Fitz teased. "I could easily have taken my lunch break with the other cops back at the donut shop."

Hunter held Fitz's hand and kissed it. "Thanks. I appreciate it, I do. I just... I haven't been in school for seven years. What if I'm not cut out for it?"

"Well... you could forgo your father's last wish and use your inheritance money for a cruise around the world with a dashingly handsome and charismatic cop."

"Again with the not helping."

*

Hunter was crowded in with the other late registrants. It was a cattle call of people waiting til the last minute to get their desired classes. Hunter looked at his class catalogue again, second-guessing his choices. His turn came up and he sat at a desk across from a man with thinning hair and tired eyes.

"You look familiar," said the registrar, taking Hunter's transcripts. "Are you a returning student?"

"Nope. First time."

"Well welcome. Now let's see here... Forensics. Art History. Psychology. Quite an eclectic class load you've got here."

"Still figuring out what I want to do. Plus, those are the classes that work best with my schedule. I work at night."

"Oh that's where I know you from!"



"You go to my bar?"

"You dance at Cocktail. Right?"

"Not anymore. I've moved on to better things."

"Lucky Horseshoe?"

Hunter sighed.

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