May 30th 2013
'Welcome back!' I called out as Newt and Emma came running up to me at the airport when they boarded off their plane from Fiji. 'How was the honeymoon?'
They were both smiling ear to ear and holding hands. Emma's hair was done in little braids and Newt had a funny necklace on. I had to admit, they looked really cute.
'It was amazing!' Emma sighed. She stood on her tiptoes and pecked Newt on the cheek. Newt turned around to face her and gave her a kiss on the lips.
'I don't wanna see that, dude,' I laughed.
'Sorry, man,' Newt rolled his eyes and put his arm around Emma.
They were silent for a couple of seconds, and the question I had been wanting to ask all week blurted out of me.
'Do you know a girl called Lindsay who was your wedding singer's sister?' I asked.
Newt and Emma looked at each other, confused.
'Um, no,' Emma said quietly.
I could practically feel my heart sinking. That night with Lindsay had been like a dream, and I'd been so caught up in the moment that when she left I hadn't asked for her number or anything.
'Why?' Newt asked me.
'I… uh…' I shuffled around on my feet nervously.
'You hooked up!' Newt gasped.
I blushed, embarrassed.
'Shut up,' I snapped.
'He hooked up!' Newt said again, this time to Emma. She rolled her eyes and nodded.
'So you met a girl at our wedding?' Emma smiled at me.
That was a nicer way of putting it. I glared at Newt.
'Yeah, pretty much.'
'And you don't have her number?'
'No.'
'Typical,' Emma rolled her eyes again.
'What's that supposed to mean?' I said, kind of offended.
She grinned. 'Nothing.'
Newt was beaming at me, his eyes lit up with glee.
'Newt, it isn't funny!' I said to him, annoyed.
'Oh it's bloody funny, Minho,' Newt laughed.
I glared at him again then turned back to Emma.
'So you really don't know her? Dark hair, olive skin, green eyes?'
'Hmmm… oh! Was she the really overdressed tall one?' Emma asked.
I thought my description was a bit better, but I'd take what I could get.
'Yeah, yeah she was!' I said hopefully.
'I do remember her, but I don't have her number,' Emma said. 'Fortunately I have her brother's.'
Emma dug around in her purse and pulled out a small white card. She showed it to me, it was Lindsay's brother's business card. I felt a smile creep onto myself. I lifted Emma up and spun her around.
'YES! Thank you so much!' I cried.
'No problem,' she chuckled as I lowered her to the floor.
