Gabe Chaucer couldn't quite process it. The sentence, "Teacher Chaucer, this is my girlfriend, Holly Winslow," echoed in his mind.
He wondered if he had misheard, but when he saw their clasped hands, he was stunned for a few seconds. "For real?"
Mortimer Quincy nodded. "Yeah."
Gabe Chaucer glanced at Holly Winslow. He was thoroughly shocked; no one could remain calm after suddenly hearing such news.
"..."
Scene after scene flashed through his mind, each one a slap in the face.
He had just experienced the biggest Waterloo of his teaching career.
'So the "cousins" right under my nose were actually a couple?'
'So the kiss on the athletic field was real?'
'So...'
'So all of it was true.'
'It was all just my own wishful "misunderstanding."'
After a long silence, he managed to force out a few words. "That's... great. Be good to each other."
'What else could I say? They're already a couple. It's not like I can tell them they can't date, can I?'
