“No, I didn’t want to be late and face the wrath of his highness.”
He chuckles. “His highness—I like it. Moving forward, that’s how you’ll refer to me.”
“In your dreams,” I scoff.
I enjoy our playful banter. It takes me back to a time when we were inseparable. How I miss those days.
“I’ll feed you before you leave. What do you want?”
“Egg foo young.”
“What the fuck is that?”
“It’s a Chinese dish.”
“I never heard of it, but I rarely eat Chinese.”
“It’s really good. You should try it.”
“What’s in it?”
“It depends. You can have chicken, beef, shrimp, or veggies with eggs. Shrimp egg foo young is my favorite.”
“Egg and shrimp do not go together.”
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it.”
“How about Italian?”
“Be adventurous and try something different.”
“Fine.”
Cin sits to my left at the glass table, filling my paper plate with rice and the egg concoction before serving herself. I frown in disgust, wishing I’d never let her talk me into ordering Chinese.
“That scowl will become permanent if you keep it on your face long enough.”
“Remember, you chose this if I get sick.”
“You’ll be perfectly fine, I promise.”
Well it’s now or never. I grab my fork, preparing to dig in.
“Wait.”
“What?”
She pulls a container from the bag. “You can’t eat it without adding gravy.”
“It’s bad enough you talked me into eating eggs with shrimp, but now you want to throw gravy in the mix too? I’ll probably be on the toilet for days.”
She laughs—the sound melodic and soothing. No wonder people “Cin” every day. It’s irresistible… addictive.
“Dramatics don’t become you.” She pours a brown sauce over my food.
“Go ahead, take a bite. I’ll be your sex slave for six months if it isn’t one of the best dishes you’ve ever tasted.” She grins. “Oh, wait a minute. I’m already your sex slave.”
“You’re so funny,” I say sarcastically.
