[center][img]http://i.imgur.com/krev7SC.png[/img][/center][center][b]Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
	The Arizonan air felt unusually warm for this early March day.  But this would be totally expected when the average low for this month in Phoenix is [b]higher[/b] than that of Lost Haven and Columbus.  I can actually walk around outside while wearing a dress without worrying about hypothermia.  With the sun blazing in the sky, you might be fooled in believing that spring had come early.

	After Athena dropped me off outside of Will’s apartment, we set off to the nearby Catholic church that was located near his college campus.  Everything went without a hitch, or at least it did until the liturgy came to its sign of peace portion of the mass.  Usually, during the sign of peace, parishioners would offer a handshake with the people seated around them.  However, when I turned to Will, I questioned whether offering a handshake would be misinterpreted as ‘you’re in the friend zone’.  On the other hand, I didn’t want to look like I was going ‘too fast’ by kissing him at the beginning of the date.

	Knowing that I was definitely over thinking this, I just told myself to screw it and take the middle road.  Even though it seemed as if he was going to offer a handshake, I instead just wrapped my arms around him and gave him a quick hug.  Nothing too prolonged, though, because I didn’t want to make the people around us feel [b]too[/b] uncomfortable by a public display of affection.  But when I took a step back, I realized that Will’s face had become flushed with a red tint.

For the rest of the mass, I felt this tense atmosphere of awkwardness between the two of us.  Luckily for us, we could just sit through the mass with our attention focused on the liturgy.  We may have glanced at one another a couple times, such as at Communion, but otherwise we’re lucky that we were not standing together in an awkward silence, grasping at straws for anything to talk about.

	After we had left mass, Will and I headed towards this little, locally run Greek restaurant, called Apollon, that was located just a short walk away from the nearby college campus.  Inside, immediately when you entered into the building, there was a small open space where a couple circular tables were located.  Beyond that was the cashier counter where you would make your order and additional seating down what seemed almost like a hallway.

	Then we approached the front counter to place our orders.  Since Will had been to this restaurant a couple times prior to today, I just ordered the same thing he did: a chicken wrap along with a salad and potato chip-like fries (God knows who thought that having some fresh veggies would counter the unhealthiness of some fried potatoes).  Thank goodness for my superhuman metabolism.

	“We only have Pepsi products.  Is that fine?”  The cashier asked after I ordered a coke as my beverage.  I just nodded to signal my indifference.  Sure, I would prefer Coca-Cola, but not enough to just flat-out refuse any Pepsi products.  Along with our drinks, the woman handed us a little sign with the letter ‘Mu’ printed on the attached placard so that one of the servers could bring our food order to us.

	After we picked out a table for two and took our seats, I thought it might be a good opportunity to address that elephant that was still in the room.

	[color=b22222]“I’m sorry about what happened back during mass.”[/color]  I began, not quite sure to how else to address it besides the direct approach.

	“Don’t worry about it.”  Will replied.  His laconic response was not quite what I was expecting or hoping for.  However, before either of us could say anything else, a server came by and placed our orders in front of us.  

	“Would you two like to have a complementary fortune cookie?” The young looking man had long blonde hair under a hair net inquired.

	[color=b22222]“Wait.  Are you appropriating a Chinese restaurant’s gimmick?”[/color]

	“The Greeks had oracles and prophecies.”  The man mentioned in response to my comment.

	“We’ll take a pair.”  Will said so that we could move on with our lunch before I got any further into an argument with the server.  The man then set two packaged cookies on the table before he walked away from where we were sitting.

	“Do you want to open them up first?”  Will asked me as he passed one of the cookies over in my direction.

	I picked up the package and ripped it open.  Once I cracked open the cookie, I pulled out the small piece of paper so that I could read what was written on it.

[center]τῇ καλλίστῃ[/center]
[center]For the Most Beautiful[/center]

	[color=b22222]“You didn’t’ set this up, did you?  Because I never heard of a Greek-styled restaurant giving out fortune cookies.”[/color]

	However, when I looked up to see what was Will’s response, I discovered that he had a puzzled look at what was printed on his ‘fortune’.  He decided to hand over the little scrap of paper so that I could see what it had on it.

[center]ἀσκοῦ με τὸν προύχοντα μὴ λῦσαι πόδα[/center]
[center]πρὶν ἂν πατρῴαν αὖθις ἑστίαν μόλω[/center]
[center]Don’t uncork the neck of the wine-bottle[/center]
[center]Before you arrive back at home.[/center]

	Well, this probably answered my question.  Unless he was faking his reaction to the text printed on that tiny sheet of paper, it seems like this was not some sort of elaborate scheme to complement me.

	[color=b22222]“That is probably the most complicated way to say [i]don’t drink and drive[/i]”[/color]

	“On a kind of unrelated note, spiders can become intoxicated on caffeine because their metabolism cannot break down that compound.”

	I then peered down at my three-quarters full glass of pop.  [color=b22222]“You don’t suppose that, because of well [i]you know what[/i], that can happen to…”[/color]

	I pointed towards myself, trying to as subtly as I can [b]not[/b] to reveal my superhuman identity.