Message

I picked my phone up, looking for a place to speak. I walked through doors to my left and entered an empty auditorium.

There was a soft hum, probably from the computer in the front. I reached my hand along the wall until I felt the switch. Fluorescent filled the space.

I dialed. Voice mail. Message.

I hung up, glanced down to the desk in front of me. A fortune cookie note.

"Love is in your future."

I smiled, and slid it in my pocket.