When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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The next morning, Miranda went out for her morning run. Now that she had more free time, she had picked up the habit again.

Every time she finished a run and went for a shower after being drenched in sweat, she would feel energized for the rest of the day.

“Morning, Dr. Jefferson.”

“Morning.”

Paul had already finished his run and was about to head back when he saw her. He changed direction and said, “Come on, I’ll join you for a bit.”

“Won’t this delay your time at the lab?”

“Silas’s handling the new project, so I’m not too busy lately.”

“That must be bothering Dr. Quinton,” Miranda joked.

“Doesn’t matter if it bothers him; work still needs to be done,” Paul replied seriously.

Silas probably would have lost it if he had been there to hear that.

They ran two laps around the park, but Miranda started to slow down, showing signs of exhaustion.

Noticing this, Paul said, “Adjust your breathing, focus on the rhythm. Follow me… Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale…”

Miranda followed his advice, and sure enough… “It’s much better!” she exclaimed.

want to

“That’s enough for today.”

“Alright.”

them to meet up like this, they decided to grab breakfast

home.

word back from the journals you submitted your thesis to?”

her head. “Not

more complicated than it is for domestic ones. It takes even longer for

Dr. Jefferson. I was able to finish my three theses because of it. If I offered to pay rent, I know you wouldn’t

feel bad. So, after thinking about it, how about I treat you to

and readily agreed, “Sure. I won’t say no

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book a restaurant. “What would you

“The food you cook is always

blinked in confusion. When did

clearly, that’s what Paul had assumed.

gotten hotter and she hadn’t been cooking much lately, since Paul had

lunch today? Are you free?” she

“I am,” he replied.

walked and talked, Miranda suddenly stopped in her tracks as they neared

outside the apartment building, now looking back at them. Dressed in a black shirt and black trousers, he stood under a

body, as though cutting him into fragments.