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“The laundry room?” I questioned. “Oh, right, you don’t have a washer and dryer.”
“You should stop making fun of my unfortunate situation,” he chuckled. “Get your cute ass over here. I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve got Chinese takeout,” I told him, turning and walking over to where he said the laundry facilities were. “I stopped at the Golden Dragon on the way here.”
“You read my mind.”
“See, we do think a lot alike.”
“Well, we discovered that about a month ago, along with the other numerous things we’ve figured out about ourselves.”
“And what else did we learn?” I played along, knowing that the only thing that we really learned about each other was that we both hated pickles.
“That we can’t live without each other.”
“Ah,” I said with a smile after I walked into a laundry room filled with appliances so old that I was shocked they still worked. “I’d love to argue with you,” I paused when he instantly placed his lips on mine for a quick kiss, “but I have to agree and say you’re dead on.”
He started laughing when he turned and grabbed a bag next to his basket of clothes. I quickly realized he was holding Chinese food from the same restaurant I’d been to. “I ordered takeout from the same place. Now,” he arched an eyebrow at me, looking sexy as a mother fucker, “let’s see if we ordered the same thing.”
“And if we did?” I questioned, sitting in an old plastic chair against the wall.
“Well, if we did, I’m reading my fortune cookie first, and if it says to marry you, I’m asking right here and now.”
I rolled my eyes, “I got broccoli and beef, fried noodles, steamed rice, and kung-pao shrimp.”
“You’re fucking with me, right?”
“No,” I chuckled.
“I swear to God, that’s exactly what I ordered. I was craving shrimp and the beef from the last time we got it.”
“Goddammit, neither of us could’ve ordered some eggrolls, huh?” I laughed.
These things were so silly and probably wouldn’t have meant much to anyone else, but it was everything I loved about John and being with him.
He reached down the side of his bag, grabbed the fortune cookie from where it’d slid down next to the hot mustard and soy sauce, and opened the plastic wrapper. “Get ready, baby,” he said with daring eyes. “Our future lies in this fortune.”
I opened the noodles and glanced over at John, who stood silently staring at the cookie he’d broken open, looking like a boy on Christmas who went downstairs and saw that Santa hadn’t come for him.
“Well?” I pressed, trying not to laugh at one of the many expressions I loved seeing on his handsome face whenever it looked like someone popped his balloon at the circus.
“There’s nothing?” he looked at me, confused and depressed.
“You don’t really believe in those things, do you?” I teased, offering him a bite of the noodles I’d just gathered between my wooden chopsticks.
“Everything was moving in a direction that made me know that a fortune would guide us toward marriage.”
“You mean, you wished. John, we’ve been dating again for a month. We haven’t even had sex yet; we’re taking it extremely slow, and now you want to just jump into an engagement?”
“If the damn cookie would’ve given me some fucking direction,” he said after he opened the shrimp, took his chopsticks, and offered me a bite before taking one of his own, “I would have at least felt more confident to ask.”
“It’s okay if there’s no fortune in your cookie,” I said, swallowing another bite of noodles. “Maybe that’s your sign to slow the hell down.”
“No,” he answered, “because I know I’m going to marry you, and I know you’ll marry me. I’m just trying to figure out the timing.”
“What happened to you taking it slow?”
“The heart knows what it wants,” he smiled. “And I know what I want, and I don’t need that damn fortune cookie to tell me anything.”
