[Before The System Alerted Ken Of His Remaining Time Left: Before Their Meal Was Served]
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"So how come you are the one that I ended up with…?" Ken asked Kimberly, while he adjusted his seat closer to the table.
Kimberly smiled as she placed her hand on the table. "Well… I guess it is fate." She said.
"Fate…?" Ken asked in a curious manner as he had one of his eyebrows raised.
And then Kimberly nodded.
"…I guess you are right," Ken continued. "…I mean we did agree that we would go out, but to think that it would be in an instant."
Ken was relaxed as he said this. He laid his back on the chair while he sat comfortably.
"I guess it was made to happen from the very beginning." Kimberly uttered, as she turned her face to her right trying not to make eye contact.
However, Ken noticed her blushing, as a he smiled, before saying…
"So tell me… is this what you usually do with all your clients…?"
