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.

the conversations happening in the background, her emotions. slowly returned

noticed that Paul wasn’t eating much. Based on his slow movements, he didn’t look hungry. It seemed like he had only

past, he had also kept her company in

never thought she would get pulled into such a difficult situation. If Paul hadn’t appeared, she was afraid that she would never have been able to get out of that predicament. “To me,

herself that she didn’t care anymore,

of her reverie. Meeting Paul’s

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“Thankfully, you showed up like you fell from the

use ‘savior.” Paul

eyes behind his glasses as his laughter

stronger and tougher than

wasn’t trying to comfort her because she was feeling down. Instead, he wanted to make it clear to her that she was already

Suddenly, she laughed out loud. “Your glasses are all

covered in condensation from the steam of the food,

them off in exasperation. He grabbed a tissue and began

one hand. “So you don’t like

restaurants.”

that I don’t like it. I just find it a