A/N- Yes. Just don't ask, because I don't know where it came from. Review, please!

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"Just lo mien, egg rolls, and fortune cookies, thanks," John said to the stunned teen operating the drive- thru at Don Kon's Chinese. From her place in the front passenger seat, Yoko held back a grin as the teen stumbled off to fill their order.

John turned to her and spotted the almost- grin. "It's not like I try to startle them!" he grumbled to his smirking wife.

"You can't help it," Yoko said agreeably. "It isn't like you are John Lennon."

John scowled. "You, my lovely wife, are impossible."

"You know you love me," she replied.

"I know I love you," John concurred. "Now, if an old man may steal a kiss from a lovely young lady such as yourself..."

"Lovely young lady," Yoko scoffed. "You flatter me." She didn't mind it, of course, but calling her a lovely young person was more than a bit of a stretch. "Do you need your vision checked again?"

John reached out and stroked her cheek. "Nah," he said. "But I think I need a close- up anyway." He pulled Yoko closer, and rested their foreheads together. They were so close that she could see herself reflected in his round glasses.

He continued to stroke her cheek. "You'll always be my Yoko."

She smiled back up at him. "And you'll always be my John."

The two of them stared into each other's eyes for a long moment before they leaned in in exact unison and kissed gently. The romantic moment was destroyed, however, when the teen cleared his throat.

"Erm, I have, y'know, your food..." His voice trailed off when he caught sight of the glare he was recieving. "Ah, it's... ten dollars..."

Wordlessly, John handed the teen the cash, grabbed their food, and drove away. Yoko sat quietly, wondering if things would have played out differently if it had been a girl at the drive- thru. She had learned a long time ago that girls often were more tactful where it came to handling couples having little moments. Finally she decided that there was no use in crying over spilt milk (or lost kisses) since there was plenty of time for them later on.

Yoko snatched the bag from John and looked through it for the fortune cookies. It was a habit of theirs to always have the fortune cookies first and to laugh at the fortunes.

She found one of them squished underneath a lo mien box. Yoko continued to look for the other one, only to come up empty- handed. "I only have one cookie, John," she announced to him. "Did one fall?"

"I don't think so," he answered. "We're almost home, though- I'll check when we get there."

The two of them rode in a tense silence for the next few minutes. Finally, John parked the car in front of the apartment building they lived in. He bent himself over in an odd fashion and started to examine the floor of the car to find the missing fortune cookie.

"I guess it just wasn't put in with everything else," John concluded.

"You can have it, if you want," Yoko offered him.

"No, you can," John replied. "Chivalry and all that."

Yoko gave him her best 'seriously?' glare. "Honestly, John."

"Take it!" he insisted.

"Alright," she grumbled.

The clear plastic wrapper gave a loud crinkling noise as she pulled it open. Neatly, she broke the fortune cookie in half and pulled out the fortune. 'You will suffer a great loss in the near future,' it read. Yoko suddenly felt sick.

"What does it say?" John asked her.

"It says I'm going to suffer a great loss in the near future," she muttered, stuffing the offending fortune into her pocket.

"A load of rubbish," John declared. "Nobody's going anywhere."

Yoko nodded, although she wasn't quite sure if she really agreed with him. But as she climbed from the car, she wasn't expecting the fortune to come true so quickly.