He fidgeted in his red knit sweater and smoothed down his dark hair. “How do I look? Do I look okay?”
“For the hundredth time, you look like the perfect son-in-law.” She stood on her toes, tugged on the red cotton, forcing him to lean down, and kissed him gently on the cheek. “How are you so tall?”
“That’s it, I can’t do this!” He wriggled out of her embrace and began to pace in front of her parents’ house. The red lanterns hanging along the entrance swung with him. “Your parents are going to say I’m too tall for you, too old for you, and I’m not even Chinese! They’re going to hate me.”
After a couple stifled spurts of laughter, she burst into giggles to the unamused stare of her boyfriend.
“Oh no, don’t mind me, I’m just having a panic attack over here.”
Reaching for his hand, she entwined her fingers with his. “I think you’re the perfect son-in-law.”
“Enlighten me, why?”
“Because I love you. Now, let’s meet my parents.”
© Jade M. Wong 2017
Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. Word Count: 174.
Photo prompt provided by my dear friend, Gina, and right on time for Lunar New Year celebrations this weekend! Decided to go with a sweet tale. The celebrations tend to bring out the hopeless romantic in me.