Fortune Cookie Says...
Feb 8, 2019 2:31:55 GMT -5
Post by Ashley Sands on Feb 8, 2019 2:31:55 GMT -5
Some things never change and, as sure as the sun sets in the west, Angelo Sands would always have a particular love for Chinese food. And whenever he found something he particularly liked, he seldom ever changed his habit. "If it ain't broke, don't go making it that way." he would tell Ashley, just like he did years ago when she first went to his place and started to organize his mess of a Blu-ray collection. While most of their contemporaries in the wrestling business saw randomness in him, she saw a predictable pattern that she soon figured out once she knew what to look for.
Whenever they were in the city together, they always made time for lunch or dinner at this particular restaurant. It was not the typical Chinese food that most people associated with those two words. There was no counter to give your order followed by the clerk yelling back to the kitchen in their native tongue, no plastic flatware to eat their food out of a Styrofoam container. They actually sat down to eat from actual plates brought to them by a waiter. She always found it amusing whenever he tried to eat with chopsticks too. She even tried to show him how she learned years ago when she wrestled in Japan but he seemed to be having too much fun with the idea of her feeding him, so he was doomed to be stuck stabbing at his food like a barbarian.
The only thing that was odd, differentiating this from every other time they had eaten there, was the fact that they drove from their home in New Jersey over an hour away specifically for this. It had been the first time since their very first date three years ago that this was their primary reason for the trip. She had no other plans and she was not about to argue when he seemed pretty insistent. It was not just that however. The corner booth they sat in was essentially isolated from the rest of the patrons eating there at the time, the rest of the tables surrounding them all had small cards marking them as reserved while small red candles burned and flickered. Within that immediate circle of emptiness, a musician strum away at a harp. She was unsure if the management ever hired anyone for that kind of thing but was not about to question it either.
The rest of their meal went as it usually would. The waiter eventually came with their check and a pair of fortune cookies. Angelo was quick to snatch one up and gave it a quick shake before cracking it open. It reminded her of a child on Christmas morning shaking a present before tearing it open in a flurry. Letting her dinner sit, she took the other one. She noticed it felt heavier than expected and could even hear a slight rattle from inside. Cracking it open, something fell out with the paper and landed on the table in front of her.
She sat stunned for a moment as she looked down at the ring staring back up at her with its diamond eye. It was nothing extravagant, nor would she expect something gaudy from him to begin with. No, the thing that struck her was the fact that it was even there to at all. She nudged at her glasses and adjusted how they sat on her face, believing her eyes were playing tricks on her and reality would readjust itself back its normal programming, but it still sat there waiting to be acknowledged.
"Ang?" she turned to see that his focus was not on the food in front of him for a change but directly on her as he had this confident smirk on his face. "So do you wanna?" he asked her, it almost looked as if he shrugged at her. She looked back to the ring and picked it up. She often wondered just how he would go about proposing to her, and long enough to where it sometimes felt like a fantasy, but it was never like this. She looked back to him now, trying her best to match his smirk as she slipped the ring onto her finger before she moved around the curved seating to lean close to him. "Of course, Ang." she told him as she kissed him. "I love you." Their foreheads rubbed together for a moment before he answered "And I love... that you kind of taste like Kung Pao Chicken right now." She could only laughed at him before pressing her lips to his again. "Shut up, you jerk. You planned all this didn't you." He only shrugged now with a nod. "Yep."
Ashley Sands. It was going to take some time to get used to hearing and seeing that.
Whenever they were in the city together, they always made time for lunch or dinner at this particular restaurant. It was not the typical Chinese food that most people associated with those two words. There was no counter to give your order followed by the clerk yelling back to the kitchen in their native tongue, no plastic flatware to eat their food out of a Styrofoam container. They actually sat down to eat from actual plates brought to them by a waiter. She always found it amusing whenever he tried to eat with chopsticks too. She even tried to show him how she learned years ago when she wrestled in Japan but he seemed to be having too much fun with the idea of her feeding him, so he was doomed to be stuck stabbing at his food like a barbarian.
The only thing that was odd, differentiating this from every other time they had eaten there, was the fact that they drove from their home in New Jersey over an hour away specifically for this. It had been the first time since their very first date three years ago that this was their primary reason for the trip. She had no other plans and she was not about to argue when he seemed pretty insistent. It was not just that however. The corner booth they sat in was essentially isolated from the rest of the patrons eating there at the time, the rest of the tables surrounding them all had small cards marking them as reserved while small red candles burned and flickered. Within that immediate circle of emptiness, a musician strum away at a harp. She was unsure if the management ever hired anyone for that kind of thing but was not about to question it either.
The rest of their meal went as it usually would. The waiter eventually came with their check and a pair of fortune cookies. Angelo was quick to snatch one up and gave it a quick shake before cracking it open. It reminded her of a child on Christmas morning shaking a present before tearing it open in a flurry. Letting her dinner sit, she took the other one. She noticed it felt heavier than expected and could even hear a slight rattle from inside. Cracking it open, something fell out with the paper and landed on the table in front of her.
She sat stunned for a moment as she looked down at the ring staring back up at her with its diamond eye. It was nothing extravagant, nor would she expect something gaudy from him to begin with. No, the thing that struck her was the fact that it was even there to at all. She nudged at her glasses and adjusted how they sat on her face, believing her eyes were playing tricks on her and reality would readjust itself back its normal programming, but it still sat there waiting to be acknowledged.
"Ang?" she turned to see that his focus was not on the food in front of him for a change but directly on her as he had this confident smirk on his face. "So do you wanna?" he asked her, it almost looked as if he shrugged at her. She looked back to the ring and picked it up. She often wondered just how he would go about proposing to her, and long enough to where it sometimes felt like a fantasy, but it was never like this. She looked back to him now, trying her best to match his smirk as she slipped the ring onto her finger before she moved around the curved seating to lean close to him. "Of course, Ang." she told him as she kissed him. "I love you." Their foreheads rubbed together for a moment before he answered "And I love... that you kind of taste like Kung Pao Chicken right now." She could only laughed at him before pressing her lips to his again. "Shut up, you jerk. You planned all this didn't you." He only shrugged now with a nod. "Yep."
Ashley Sands. It was going to take some time to get used to hearing and seeing that.
