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 furniture gave the room a

the postgraduate exams. With a quick glance, he knew the answers written

you

glass of

a glass of

“Thanks.”

bought too many vegetables today. Having a fondue would

handmade beef balls. She still had

the multiple–choice questions

and saw the exercises she’d just completed that

so embarrassing. That question is an interdisciplinary one that involves both biology and physics. I still don’t understand much

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

the trajectory of atoms within

couple of seconds later, her eyes lit up. “So

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

read your research notes in

what I

Miranda hummed in acknowledgment.

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

out laughing. Truth be told,

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