"Someone with blue eyes admires you."

"Oh God," I thought as I struggled to simultaneously conceal my little white strip of destiny and my reddening cheeks.

"What?" He asked innocently, having read aloud his own mediocre fortune and tossed it into the remains of his tofu vermicelli.

"What does it say?" His bright, icy blue eyes peered at me through the graceful curves of his too-long white lashes, and I could feel them searching my own hazel depths for whatever was making me blush. I turned a brighter shade of red and stammered a reply.

"Oh, it was the same lame one I always get...In the kingdom of the blind the one-eyed man is king."

He didn't notice me shoving my thin slip of hope into the back pocket of my jeans as we rose to go pay at the counter.