Chris, Phoebe's tall blonde friend

"Hey Chris," you blurt out. It's beginning to get easier and easier to remember things from Phoebe's life.

The guy who takes the seat next to you is a 185cm tall guy that is apparently in Phoebe's lecture as well. Your heart begins to beat harder as you find yourself feeling a bit nervous. Is this guy Phoebe's boyfriend? Does she have a boyfriend? You feel like that isn't the case, but you can't help but feel anxious that this guy might start hitting on you.

"How was the test yesterday?" he asks, with a confident half-smile.
"Good, I think," you lie.
"That sounds like something you'd say. I bet you aced it like you always do. How do you do it, I never seem to see you studying," he laughs.
"Oh I dunno, I guess I already knew a lot of the stuff," you say.

You spend the next several minutes making small talk before the lecture begins. The trend of knowing the same things Phoebe knows continues, as the lecture makes perfect sense to you - it's even a little too easy, as you find yourself getting a bit bored and reviewing ahead.

"Hey, Phoebe, do you think Professor Fry has a girlfriend?" Chris whispers.
"I dunno, why?" you whisper back.
"He's pretty smart and good looking, but he's the definition of dork. He seems like he'd get really nervous around a babe like you," he says.

You find yourself giggling, slightly embarrassed at the less than subtle flattery but also laughing at the thought of the professor struggling to talk to Phoebe. Professor Fry clears his throat at the front and you quieten down.