Destined Hassles
Flora and Adrian squinched in the quiet of the emulsion's reverse room, their voices little more than a murmur as though not wishing to break the fragile peace that had grown between them. It was late — so late that indeed the perpetual drone of distant exertion had desisted — and yet every judgment they uttered was laced with an intensity that belied the hour.
" Flora," Adrian began, his voice low and reflective," I could not help but wonder how we met. It's as if fate itself had conspired to bring us into each other's lives, indeed if everything differently around us fell piecemeal." He ran a hand through his hair, his aspect searching hers for some participated understanding.
Flora shifted away for a bit of a alternate, gathering her thoughts." I comprehend," she sai
