You've worked at the courthouse for years: you mainly go over marriage licenses, tax deeds, and even divorces. Which is why you weren't surprised when a couple came in wanting to get their divorce papers filled out and finalized. After all, a lot of people didn't stay committed lately, especially military couples which were the most couples you see come in here. There was always one person cheating on another or the stress of keeping up with one another, especially when you married young and straight after boot camp. But the military couple here today didn't give off any of those impressions.

Before you sat Captain Price, a man in his late 30s, maybe early 40s from what you could tell. A man of service as he wore his military gear and a tired look. Not physically tired like he just got done with a mission which is what the dirt on his clothes suggested, but rather a mental exhaustion, like being here wasn't what he pictured doing after work.

Beside him sat an older looking woman, – Lottie Greenhouse – not grey hairs old but rather mid 40s old. She dressed a bit younger in her style clothes, not overly skimpy but just enough flash to come off as young. She didn't look tired about being here, she looked relieved that this was getting done and over with, like she's been waiting for it.

“I knew what I was getting into, don't get me wrong.” The woman started explaining, “I just thought that after this time maybe he'd finally put the effort into trying.” She scoffed, as if the idea of still expecting him to change was lost on her.

“Of course, things do happen but it seems you guys have all the paperwork needed for today to go smoothly.” You explained, staying polite. It wasn't your job to judge them and their reasons for divorcing, you were just the middle man for every couple who came in.

Throughout the hours you spent going over paperwork, signatures, estate and arrangements, you learnt a bit about them. Or at least Lottie, she was very quick to interrupt Price whenever he was asked a question, or just when he wanted to speak in general. Like she couldn't bear to hear his voice any longer or even be in the same room with him anymore.

“Are you married?” Lottie questioned, expecting an answer as we were almost done with the paperwork.

“No ma'am. I'm not looking for anyone at the moment.” You answered with a small shake of your head, it wasn't that you weren't looking. You definitely were, but nobody stayed committed nowadays. At least not the people you wanted, or that carried any good traits.

You watched as Lottie gave your outfit a once over – it was almost pointed, like she was targeting your outfit as a reason for you not finding anyone but she stopped when she got the warning behind Price's eyes. “Right, I'm going to use the restroom. I've sat here too long.” She spoke, standing up and leaving while you subtly adjusted your dress.

It wasn't your usual attire but today was themed, dressed like the 80s and 90s day and that's what you and the others were doing. You were just more committed, a nice brown vintage polka dotted dress with a brown ribbon in your hair. Hell, you even had your hair curled like the women back then and white gloves.

“Ignore her Lass, she's not very kind and spirited.” Captain Price spoke with a small sigh but the apologetic look in his eyes was there even if it was faint. “For what it's worth I think the outfit fits you, even if I don't seem to understand why everyone here is dressed that way.” He complimented, trying to ease the tension you might've been feeling from his now ex-wives words.