Evie, as usual, was glued to her screen, multitasking as she talked to Bernard and wrote her articles. This, of course, had become part of the routine over the last month or so as Evangaline had stopped thinking of the man less of a friendly acquaintance and more of a slight friend. It was only at the moment when he stated that he had practically blew up his microwave and how, did she place her eyes upon him. 

[color=6ecff6]"Oh, Bernard, come one now. You're just pulling my leg. You can't be serious."[/color] However which way she acted, Evie couldn't help consider this a coincidence. Just last night she had set a towel on fire in the bathroom by mere accident. Not that she had a lighter or anything. The only way that she got the fabric put out was by throwing it in the sink in a panic and running water on it. But see, the woman didn't believe in coincidence. Something, everything, happened for a reason. What reason this was, she had no idea.