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.

in the background, her emotions. slowly

his slow movements, he didn’t look hungry. It seemed like he had only brought her here to

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

pulled into such a difficult situation. If Paul hadn’t appeared, she was afraid that she would never have been able

though she’d tried to convince herself that she didn’t care anymore, how could she really not be

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

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like you fell from the sky. You were

not how you use ‘savior.” Paul burst into

eyes behind his glasses as his laughter filled her

stronger and tougher than

down. Instead, he wanted to make it clear to her that she was

for a few seconds. Suddenly, she laughed out loud. “Your

glasses were already covered in condensation from the

tissue and began to wipe

with one hand. “So you don’t

restaurants.”

not that I don’t like it. I