“I hate that fortune cookies are more like advice now than actual fortunes,” she complained. “Where’s the ‘you will meet a tall dark stranger’ ones?”
“What was yours?”
“Love is for the fortunate, but especially for the courageous,” she read.
“Sounds like a good prediction to me,” Seth said, popping his cookie shell into his mouth and looking at her meaningfully.
“Who, me?” she said, feeling a nervous flutter under her ribs.
“Look, Libby…” he paused, as if searching for the right words, “I know something happened to you, and you were hurt…”
“You think I’m afraid?”
“Well, it makes sense to avoid something that burned you once,” he said softly.
“Maybe I just came to a logical conclusion,” she suggested, smarting from his insight.
“Maybe,” he agreed. “Maybe you’re brighter than the rest of us, and love is for masochists. But I also know that it can sneak up on a person, and not give you the choice, sometimes.”
Libby stayed quiet for a moment, barely breathing in anticipation.
“You know what I want?” he whispered.
“What?” she gasped, leaning towards him.
“Popcorn and ice cream,” he said with a wink, hopping up from the sofa. “You in?”