Oh My God! Are you pregnant?!, he says far too loudly in front of my entire office of co-workers and the guy from downstairs with the severe comb over who comes to check the ink levels in the printers every Tuesday afternoon.

The air palpable of smirking gawks. I was only asking if he'd gotten rid of his hiccups. He punctuated the steps of the walk home. Looking slightly disappointed, it was obvious that he hadn't.