'Can you believe it? Cece and Schmidt are married!" Jess says swirling the brown liqueur around in her glass.
I laugh. "Apparently you're next." I motion toward the bouquet that she caught sitting beside her.
She shrugs me off. "I haven't give my wedding much thought. When I saw the ring that Sam had, it hit me. I don't know what I want."
I finished of my whisky and swallowed the truth. "Me either."
In all actuality I have thought about my wedding. I always picture me looking like James Bond in my tux. Not Daniel Craig James Bond, but the old school 1960's James Bond because that's the style Jess would like. Jess is always the bride, in my thoughts. She comes down the aisle in a foofy white dress, with long lace sleeves, and the smile I love across her face. Bob's arm is linked in hers and he's giving me the death stare as they approach. He mutters, "better treat her good Rick" to me as he hands her off. I rub the quarter I have in my pocket, the quarter I had when I first met Jess. Sure, it could have bought me a pack of gum, or a phone call from a pay phone, (if pay phones still existed) but it's worth so much more than twenty-five cents to me. The best part of my dream wedding is always when Jess places her tiny hand in mine, and looks at me like I am the only person in the world. I often feel like a nobody, but when Jess gives me that look, I'm somebody. Schmidt, who is standing next to me sobbing and softly dabbing his eyes with a handkerchief hands me the ring. I slip it on Jess's finger, and she is forever mine.
Jess yawns. "I've got plenty of time. I still need to meet Mr. Right. Good Night Nick."
My head Is screaming. "MR. RIGHT IS RIGHT HERE!" but my body doesn't react. I gently hug her and murmur "Good night." As she walks away.