“You go first,” she said. “Open it and tell me your fortune.”
“No, you go,” he said.
She tapped her foot and waited.
“Fine,” he sighed, cracking the fortune cookie. He pulled out the tiny piece of paper and read his fortune. “Now you.”
“Blah,” she laughed. “You are so bad.” She tore the paper out of the cookie, ripping it in half. She fished for the second part and put the pieces together. She read it, then stared at him.
“I went first opening the cookie, so you have to go first reading your fortune.”
“I’ll buy you two vegetarian egg rolls if you go first.”
He smiled. “Not a chance.”
“Mine says, you are going to become a famous author and sell many books.”
“If you’re going to make it up, you need to look at the paper more often.”
She chuckled. “How about, “the stranger standing eight fee away from you, who just picked up Chinese food, is going to fall madly in love with you and you will be together for the rest of your lives.”
He looked at her, then at his fortune and said, “That’s exactly what mine says.”