Another Coincidence

Cynthia thought of the person who bumped into her, and a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes.

"Miss," a familiar voice came from behind.

Cynthia turned around and saw Dave. A trace of unhidden surprise appeared in her eyes. "Dave."

"Is this what you were looking for?" Dave approached and handed Cynthia her phone.

Seeing the phone, Cynthia's eyes sparkled slightly, and she smiled faintly. "Thank you." She took the phone and casually asked, "How did you find it?"

Dave replied nonchalantly, "Just happened to come across it."

Another coincidence.

Dave noticed the indifference in Cynthia's eyes, lowered his gaze, covering his self-mockery. "Miss, if there's nothing else, I'll leave first."

"Okay." Cynthia silently watched Dave's departing figure.