"Do I know you?", she wondered. "C'mon Fi! Are you serious?", he had a mouthful of beef he just picked on his plate. Nobody calls her Fi except for a few and she couldn't recollect him to be one of them. No. Can't be. No. "Jer..." "Fiona Arthur. Will you be my wife?", he kneeled down with a Cheeto in his hand. For fuck's sake, where did he even get that from? Jeremy. Is it him? It's been years she had seen him. "Fi! Say yes, please", he started yelling.