“Okay.” He snapped on all the lids and put the leftovers away. “We’ll have dessert now. No, not those.”
But I had already reached for the fortune cookies, and I opened one. You will stumble into the happiness of your life. How would Mark react to that? I cleared my throat. “It says, ‘Well begun is half done.’”
“Yeah? I guess that’s good to know.”
“Your turn.” I tossed him a cookie.
He caught it, tore open the wrapper, and broke it in half. “Oh, uh…now this is interesting.” Warm color rose in his cheeks.
“What does it say?” And why would it cause him to blush?
“Uh…‘Perseverance wins the race.’ Of course it would have been a good thing if they’d spelled ‘perseverance’ right.”
“How did they spell it? Let me see.”
“Nah, not important. It’s all bullshit, anyway.” He crumpled up the fortune and stuffed it into his pocket, then stood, went to the refrigerator, and opened the freezer door at the top. “Never mind the fortune cookies. I think you might enjoy this more.”