Chapter 25
2 Years Later....
Ryan stepped off the plane into a terminal in New York City. He was working for Sandy's firm now, and was an accomplished lawyer. He straightened his tie, walked to the street, and hailed a cab. He already had a reservation at the Ritz, but decided to kill some time and stop for a bite to eat.
"Um, nearest Chinese restaurant please" he said to the driver.
"Da names Amal Alexander da 3rd Alrite Sir, wud ya like ta go down town? Deres a lot a Chianses restaurants down der" he said with his thick black accent.
"Umm... yea whatever"
Before he knew it, he was paying the fair and stepping off the curb and into a greasy Chinese restaurant called "Dim Sung".
"I'll have a number 4" he said confidently to the small Asian man standing behind the counter.
"Yessir" the little man said, and excitedly rushed off to the kitchen in the back to make Ryan his sweet and sour pork.
Ryan sat down near the large window up front, watching the people go by.
Suddenly, his mind went blank. There she was. Marissa Cooper. Forgetting the meal he had ordered, he walked out the door and called out her name.
"Hey! Marissa" he called. She didn't seem to hear him. He tried again. "Heyy!! Marissa"
Marissa stopped dead in her tracks. Was that really Ryan? A little older looking, and in a suit instead of a wife beater. It sure was Ryan though.
"Hey..." she called. "Hold on". She was on her phone. She flipped her phone shut and walked across the street to where Ryan was standing.
"Long time, no see" she said
"Yea... I know! Wanna come inside, I just ordered some sweet and sour pork"
"Sure... I have a few minutes. Let's catch up" This was surprisingly easy for Marissa. It was just like they were old friends again. Ryan held the door open for Marissa, and she strolled inside. "Thanks" she said.
"So what's new with you?" he said.
"Well, actually... I'm married"
2 Years Later....
Ryan stepped off the plane into a terminal in New York City. He was working for Sandy's firm now, and was an accomplished lawyer. He straightened his tie, walked to the street, and hailed a cab. He already had a reservation at the Ritz, but decided to kill some time and stop for a bite to eat.
"Um, nearest Chinese restaurant please" he said to the driver.
"Da names Amal Alexander da 3rd Alrite Sir, wud ya like ta go down town? Deres a lot a Chianses restaurants down der" he said with his thick black accent.
"Umm... yea whatever"
Before he knew it, he was paying the fair and stepping off the curb and into a greasy Chinese restaurant called "Dim Sung".
"I'll have a number 4" he said confidently to the small Asian man standing behind the counter.
"Yessir" the little man said, and excitedly rushed off to the kitchen in the back to make Ryan his sweet and sour pork.
Ryan sat down near the large window up front, watching the people go by.
Suddenly, his mind went blank. There she was. Marissa Cooper. Forgetting the meal he had ordered, he walked out the door and called out her name.
"Hey! Marissa" he called. She didn't seem to hear him. He tried again. "Heyy!! Marissa"
Marissa stopped dead in her tracks. Was that really Ryan? A little older looking, and in a suit instead of a wife beater. It sure was Ryan though.
"Hey..." she called. "Hold on". She was on her phone. She flipped her phone shut and walked across the street to where Ryan was standing.
"Long time, no see" she said
"Yea... I know! Wanna come inside, I just ordered some sweet and sour pork"
"Sure... I have a few minutes. Let's catch up" This was surprisingly easy for Marissa. It was just like they were old friends again. Ryan held the door open for Marissa, and she strolled inside. "Thanks" she said.
"So what's new with you?" he said.
"Well, actually... I'm married"