A/N: Brain child of lunch with my friends. Enjoy!
It had been two years since John had last seen Clara.
Well, at least that was what he thought.
Fact of the matter was he was sitting next to her right now.
Flirting at her, actually.
She was dying on the inside, couldn't believe her (ex) brother-in-law was flirting at her.
Granted, Clara was aware he couldn't recognize her. She did lose some weight.
Okay, a lot of weight.
Maybe a hundred pounds.
And got cosmetic surgery.
And changed her entire wardrobe.
And dyed her hair.
And wore colored contacts.
But this was still John.
Flirting.
"What's your name?"
Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap oh crap. What should I say?
"Um..."
Clara racked her brain for any name. Cassandra, too flashy. Ingrid, too dull. Amelia. No, too historical.
"Anthea."
