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 setting sun, the white curtains billowed as the breeze blew. The cherry wood furniture

exams. With a quick glance, he knew the answers written in black on

you like to

glass of

a glass of

“Thanks.”

vegetables today. Having a fondue would be

to reveal a wide variety of vegetables. There was also some beef and a packet of handmade beef balls. She still had some cow bone leftover from before. She

to the multiple–choice

followed his gaze and saw the exercises she’d just completed that morning. She

one that involves both biology and physics. I still don’t understand much about the

related to the computation of dynamics. Choosing different potentials will result in different potential

molecules and the trajectory of atoms within molecules obtained in dynamics computation will also be affected,”

deep thought. A couple of seconds later, her eyes lit up. “So that’s how it

surprised to see her grasping the concept so quickly. “Did you understand what I

research notes in the library and

what

Miranda hummed in acknowledgment.

looked bashful, which was rare. “That was a note I wrote during my undergraduate years.” He cleared his throat and continued,

couldn’t help but burst out

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