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

white curtains billowed as the breeze blew. The cherry wood

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

you

glass of water

poured him a

“Thanks.”

today. Having a fondue would

also some beef and a packet of handmade beef balls. She still had some cow bone leftover from before. She

answers to the multiple–choice questions is wrong,”

gaze and saw the exercises she’d just completed that morning. She obviously knew

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

the computation of dynamics. Choosing different potentials will result in different potential energy surfaces in

of atoms within molecules obtained in dynamics computation will

of seconds later, her eyes lit

see her grasping the concept so quickly. “Did you

of it,” Miranda replied honestly. “I read your research notes in the library and have a basic understanding of

what

Miranda hummed in acknowledgment.

“That was a note I wrote during my undergraduate years.” He cleared his throat and continued, “There are many misspelled words

burst out

a number of misspelled