When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

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“Wait, hold on… why are you even asking this? Is rolling snowballs part of our lab’s annual performance review? No way…” Silas stared at Paul incredulously. Was snowball–rolling a new requirement for researchers?

“Be serious,” Paul snapped. “Don’t joke around. I’m asking you something important, so stop laughing.”

Silas looked completely baffled. “What Northemer doesn’t know how to roll a snowball? You don’t?”

Paul remained silent, his expression stiff.

Silas’s jaw dropped. “You seriously don’t know?”

Paul was still silent.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Silas folded his arms, now entirely invested in this bizarre conversation.

Paul glanced outside. “The snow’s pretty thick out there.

“And?”

“We go outside, and you teach me how to roll a snowball.”

Silas blinked continuously, utterly speechless.

No way. No way! Was this the same workaholic, research–obsessed man who couldn’t tear himself away from experiments? And now, in the middle of work hours, he wanted to take him outside to roll snowballs?

“Paul, do I look like a snowball to you?”

He ignored the jab.

laughing. “You’re really serious? You

replied, “Yes. And teach

him for a moment, his expression skeptical. Then it

from the South, and Southerners

across his face. “I’ll teach you. It’s easy. I won’t even charge.

“I have two experiments left, and I’m short on time. So,

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help. You’ll have to find

hesitation. “I’ll

again. “Are you

do you think?”

smirked, clearly enjoying this. But he

darkened. “Say it all at

haven’t taken my vacation yet. I’m planning to combine it with the holiday break. You’re

him a withering look. “You’re

yes or no. Those are my terms, and they’re non–negotiable. You’ve got three seconds

me,”

Let’s go play in

minutes later, Silas‘ groaning could be heard. “No, not like that! You have to do it like

felt like the 100th

Paul said with a

minutes passed, and Silas finally threw his hands up in defeat. “Let’s

replied firmly.