[ WP ] A love story that starts with rice .

The bowl shattered and rice flew everywhere. `` Oh my god, I'm so sorry.'' The flustered young waitress scrambled to pick up the tray she bowl she had just knocked over and desperately tried to sweep it up into her hands. 
 
 `` Hey...'' The young man bent over and started to help. `` It's alright, do n't panic, it's just a bit of rice.'' Their eyes met, and for a brief second, their attempts to sweep up the rice were halted. Blushing, both parties quickly looked away and continued to clean. `` I-i'm Michael by the way.'' The man stood, brushing off his pants, holding out his hand to the flushed waitress. 
 
 `` Kate.'' She pointed to her name tag, taking his hand with her free one. `` Thank you, I'm so sorry... I'll get you another bowl of rice.'' Michael chuckled and shook his head in response. 
 
 `` When do you get off? Maybe we can go get some rice together.'' Inwardly, Michael groaned, could he have made it sound any cheesier? He tried to make himself feel better by flashing her a genuinely warm smile. 
 
 `` I'd like that.'' Kate reciprocated his kind smile with one of her own, resting her hands in the pocket of her apron. 
 
 Dinner was a rather quiet affair, they decided to head to a small cafe on the corner not to far from where Kate worked at Moo Shu Palace, they laughed, talked, and shared memories... things could n't have gone better. 
 
 The wedding was a simple celebration, with a handful of friends and family. Water lillies being the most extravagant thing that decorated the aisle. People giggled, ate, and sang... things could n't have gone better. 
 
 *Several years later... * 
 
 Kate had never been the suspicious sort, but one day as she sat on the bed running a comb through her long blond curls she realized Michael was cheating on her. The late night phone calls, the hurried meetings, the business trips... it all made sense. 
 
 The front door creaked as the clock signalled the arrival of midnight, Michael's sturdy shadow came down the hall and he headed towards the kitchen. Halting in surprise as he rounded the corner and noticed Kate sitting quietly at the table, her lips pressed against each other in a small frown and her hands folded together a top the polished oak table. 
 
 `` Welcome back.'' Her voice was cold, and her grey eyes bore into his green ones. 
 
 *Shit... **shit**... * She knew, there was no denying it. It frightened Michael how slowly and deliberately Kate stood, as she glanced down at the food she had saved him. Picking up the bowl of rice in her hand, she looked up, the stiff frown never leaving her face. 
 
 `` Get the fuck out of my house.'' 
 
 Michael ducked and dodged. 
 
 The bowl shattered and rice flew everywhere.
