When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Lee dropped Misaff at the trance to her apartment she got out of the

and thanked him. Then, instead of heading up, she went to the

supermarket met door

20 minutes later, she was about to head back with her hands full of groceries. It was then that she saw Paul walking toward her amid the glow of the setting

The sky was slightly darker now, but he was enshrouded in an orange glow. It made him seem even taller than he already wa

He stared right ahead as he walked, as though he was wholly focused even when he was walking.

“What a coincidence! We meet again.” Miranda greeted him.

Paul looked up and adjusted his glasses. “A coincidence, indeed.”

Have you had dinner? I bought some groceries. Do you want to have dinner together?”

Paul instinctively wanted to decline her offer. But upon recalling what a good cook she was, he inexplicably nodded instead.

It was his first time in Miranda’s apartment.

On the balcony right across the room, the tulips were in full bloom. Behind it was a cubic fish tank, in which two goldfish were swimming

the breeze blew. The cherry wood furniture gave the room a warm atmosphere. It was homely, serene, and

and exercises used to prepare for the postgraduate exams. With a quick glance, he knew the answers written in black on the papers

would you like

of water

a

“Thanks.”

too many vegetables today. Having a

of handmade beef balls. She still had some cow bone leftover from before. She was all set to prepare a

to the multiple–choice questions is wrong,” Paul

she’d just completed that morning. She obviously knew which question he was talking

involves both

dynamics. Choosing different potentials will result in different potential

of molecules and the trajectory of atoms within molecules obtained in dynamics computation

stunned. She fell into deep thought. A couple of seconds later, her eyes

concept so quickly. “Did you

honestly. “I read your research notes in the

what

Miranda hummed in acknowledgment.

my undergraduate years.” He cleared his throat and continued, “There are many misspelled words

help but burst out laughing. Truth be told,

number of