Dear Miss Fortune Cookie,
My friend and I don’t agree on something. She likes this boy, but won’t talk to him. They, btw, are meant for each other.
I’ve come up with a hundred and one ways to get her to talk to him, but she won’t listen. She says that if it’s meant to be, *he* will approach *her*.
Tell your friend that Miss Fortune Cookie says: A man stands for a long time with his mouth open before a roast duck flies in.
It’s true that if they’re meant for each other, they’ll find each other … eventually. But she might be wrinkly by then. Give fate a hand. Invite them both to a party, maybe?