When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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“Really? Miranda asked.

Paul nodded. “Yes”

Miranda took a deep breath. “Thank you. I feel much better.”

Paul watched her collect her emotions and felt slightly more relieved. “Are you hungry?” he asked. “I remember that there’s a decent Dolorian restaurant nearby.”

After giving it some thought, Miranda didn’t reject his offer.

The Dolorian restaurant’s signature dish was spicy wings. However, Paul couldn’t really take spice, so they ordered a mix of honey–glazed and spicy wings.

The spicy wings were steaming from the heat. They looked appetizing.

Miranda was still feeling pretty down, but the gloominess lifted slightly in the lively atmosphere of the restaurant.

Besides the wings, the fries were perfectly crisp, and the coleslaw was fresh and crunchy. They reawakened her diminished appetite.

Despite the raging storm outside, the restaurant was extremely warm.

happening in the background, her

that Paul wasn’t eating much. Based on his slow movements, he didn’t

her company in a similarly gentle and subtle fashion. She felt

appeared, she was afraid that she would never have been able

didn’t care anymore, how could she really not be affected by

she snapped out of her reverie. Meeting Paul’s clear

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smiled. “Thankfully, you showed up like you fell from the sky. You were just like…

not how you use

behind his glasses as

much stronger and tougher

because she was feeling down. Instead, he wanted to make it clear to

Suddenly, she laughed out loud. “Your glasses are all steamed up. Can you even see

were already covered in condensation from the steam of

took them off in exasperation. He grabbed a tissue and began

with one hand. “So you don’t like

restaurants.”

I don’t like it. I just