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.

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

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

he had also kept her company in a similarly gentle and subtle

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

tried to convince herself that she didn’t care anymore, how

that thought, she snapped out of her reverie. Meeting Paul’s clear gaze,

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you showed up like you fell

how you use ‘savior.” Paul

behind his

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

a few seconds. Suddenly, she laughed out loud. “Your glasses are all steamed up.

were already covered in condensation from the

them off in exasperation. He grabbed a tissue and began to wipe

with one hand. “So

restaurants.”

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