I found it at the bottom of egg drop soup. There wasn’t much to think about. I ate the soup like I normally did, throwing in some of those fried crisp strips as I ate it.
When the yellow disappeared, leaving the porcelain white behind, I saw the strip of paper that clung to the curves of the bowl. It was a forgotten fortune. Someone left it behind and the under paid washer missed it.
I peeled it off with my spoon and tried to read it. A surprising trip will catch you by surprise. Well, I would think so.
As I stood to leave, I bumped into a waiter. He fell to the floor along with the tray of food he was carrying.
“Ah, miss, I’m so sorry!” He quickly picked up the plates, rushing back toward the kitchen. The manager hurried to the waiting table, apologized profusely and offered a discount for the trouble. He then apologized to me and offered a free appetizer on my next visit.
The waiter caught me leaving to the parking lot and apologized.
“There’s no need.” I said.
“I’m sorry. I really am. I just get so nervous.”
“Who doesn’t?” I jingled my keys a bit. “I got to go.”
“Please, let me buy you dinner.” He blurted out.
“Your manager already gave me an appetizer.”
“No, what I’m trying to say is, can I ask you out?”
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