Finally, after all the confessing, crying, hugging, and—ahm—Jiang being very much alive, I rush into the restaurant washroom.
I fix my makeup, pat my cheeks, sniff once, and stare at my reflection.
Get it together, Yunhua. You just got engaged. Stop looking like you fought a hurricane.
When I walk back to our iconic table, the manager and waiter are already there, smiling wide.
"Congratulations," the manager says softly.
Jiang nods politely, but his hand sneaks over and hooks my finger like he's afraid I'll disappear.
Then food starts coming.
One dish. Then another. Then another.
All Jiang's favorites.
He stares at the table like it's a miracle sent from the universe.
We finally start eating, actually realizing how hungry we are. Forks clink, we bump elbows, laugh for no reason.
"This is so good," Jiang says sincerely, eyes lighting up after one bite.
"It is, right?" I grin, chewing. "Food tastes better after emotional drama."
