The Cookie Said Red
May your next fortune cookie be the answer to your dreams!
“He’s wearing red.”
It was the start of the weekend, and I stood before my closet, trying to decide if a silk, long-sleeved fuchsia shirt would be too much for a first date. Then again, I was always a little too much for most people, so maybe it didn’t matter what I wore. But it did.
“What are you muttering on about, Cisco?” Amy James, my friend and confidant, asked. She sat on my bed, sorting through the clothing that I’d been throwing behind me in fits of disgust. I had to find just the right outfit. It could make or break this epic Friday night event.
I huffed and puffed. “This evening’s rendezvous, silly. My date said he’d wear a red shirt. Isn’t it perfect? Just like that fortune cookie said a few days
