Name: Frederika Knight
Age: 21 Years Old
Occupation: Tattoo Artist
Height: 5”7
Weight: 130 lbs
Hair: Blue/Yellow/Red
Eyes: Blue

Name: Tommy Lee
Age: 24
Occupation: Works for his dad's hardware store
Hight: 6"3
Weight: 155
Hair: Reddish Blonde
Eyes: Blue

So.... How many guys can imagine they will be meeting their future spouse in a Clerks office? Tommy walked in to the marble government building with a growing sense of trepidation.
Dad promised this would work out fine. He thought, as he took a number and paused at a security guard.

"So how does this work? I take a number and then what?" He asked the guard with false bravado.

"Just go ahead and sit down and you and your new girl will meet in one of those cubicles off to the side. Just go to the correct station when your numbers are called."

Tommy found a section of empty seats and sat down to wait for the rest of his life to begin. It couldn't have been more than 15 minutes, he felt the clock tick past every second with the thud of his chest. His icy blue eyes scanned the room, trying to guess who he would be paired with.

NUMBER 1873, CUBICLE 6 IS READY

A cold sweat ran down his spine, but Tommy got up and marched past the dozens of waiting
people with as much confidence as he could muster.

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Freddie was ushered into Cubicle 6 as soon as she arrived, punk music blasting through her ear-buds as she stalked through the thong of other females with a scowl on her face on her way to the place were she would meet her future husband. The match offered good money and she could help with the rent... plus she wasn't the romantic type so all was good in her opinion.

Entering the room, she marched to one of the chair and sat, lifting her leather clothed feet on the table to her guide's displeasure. As the other woman left, Freddie took out her notebook and favourite pencil and started sketching, waiting for the writer they said she was now engaged to. Writers were okay, she guessed...

Who walked through the door a few minutes afterwards however was definitively not someone she could see herself stuck for the rest of her life with and she made her displeasure know.

"Who the fuck are you?" She said with a sneer to the hill-billy that was offending her with his very presence in the room.

Who knows, maybe she'll be nice. Tommy thought as he rounded the corner... And stopped. The... hmm.. Girl.. That was staring back at him was the furthest from what he had expected. Hair every color of the rainbow, piercings all up and down her face. Okay, so maybe a wife beater and jeans that had seen better days were not the best for a good impression, but good god.

"Looks like I'm your hubby now, darling" He said with a scowl as he looked her up and down. Seeing her, his nervousness was replaced with confusion and outrage. "Seriously though, where's the wife to be? You know, yay high, pretty eyes, good sense of humor? This is funny, but I'm not going to spend the rest of my life with the creature from the black lagoon."

He walked past the freak, pushing her legs off the table as he sat in the chair next to 'it'. He looked to the next chair with a grimace and gave an expectant stare to the clerk.