Paul examined the figurine closely. It looked vaguely human, but even calling it a human shape was generous. There were no facial features, expressions, or details in the posture—nothing.He spoke plainly, "It's… a bit sloppy. I can't make it out."Looking around, he noticed that all the other clay
"Sorry!""My apologies—"Paul and Miranda both spoke at once and stepped back simultaneously. Their eyes met, and beyond the awkwardness, there was a hint of something else brewing.Miranda stammered, "You…"Paul began, "I…""Dr. Jefferson, maybe you should go first?" Miranda offered.Paul looked do
Trapper was instantly thrilled. Not only did he box up the figurine, but he also provided a gift bag. "Take care! Come again!"Trapper waved at Paul's departing figure, then turned back to the camera with a smug grin. "See? I told you guys I'm good at sculpting people. That guy loved it!""Gosh! Get
Paul thought for a moment. "The gray one."Miranda's eyes lit up—it was the same one she preferred!Paul signaled to the sales assistant. "I'll take this set. Please charge it to my card."As he changed back into his own clothes, Miranda pointed to his collar. "Here, it's not folded down."He tried
When Sam looked up and saw Miranda, a faint smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.Since Miranda was selecting shoes for Aren, the elderly gentleman, she knew she couldn't focus solely on style; comfort was essential. However, she also couldn't prioritize comfort and ignore style entirel
After finishing their meal, Nelly went to pay the bill. They'd barely touched their food, leaving quite a bit behind. The two mothers were wrapped in their thoughts, each with their own concerns.Meanwhile, Sam and Paul seemed to be having a much better day, each pleased with their purchases—Sam wit
At that moment, Miranda was absorbed by an item on another shelf, completely oblivious to the silent battle that had already raged between Paul and Sam countless times.Paul, having just finished paying, turned to see Miranda gazing at a display case featuring a five-tiered fondant cake. Each layer
"Mom!" Before Susan had even finished, Paul already knew what his mother was getting at. "I've already told you—I'm not interested in thinking about that right now."Susan held back for a moment, then asked bluntly, "Are you seeing someone?"Paul froze for a moment as Miranda's face flashed briefly