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  And as they walked back together, Mira felt a newfound respect for the journey they’re on, both the research and the path their conversations have taken. She was here for more than just mushrooms now. She’d beginning to understand something much more profound about Adrian, and about herself.

  Hector strode ahead, calling back that he’ll wait by the bend. The path curves gently through a patch of mottled sunlight and leaf-dappled undergrowth.

  They hadn’t even made it ten steps when Mira stopped dead.

  Not the charming kind of stop, this was a statue-freeze, both hands suspended mid-motion, her shoulders locked, eyes wide.

  Adrian paused, sensing the shift. “Mira?”

  He turned just as her hand hovered, trembling, near her collar.

  “Something’s on me,” she whispered, voice high and tight.

  She added, barely breathing, “I think it’s on my neck.”

  Adrian stepped closer, careful. “What kind of something?”

  “I don’t know. Legs. Too many legs. I felt it crawl.” Her voice pitched slightly higher. “Oh my goshness, Adrian, if it’s poisonous and I die here, tell my mom I love her and burn my mushroom collection.”

  He didn’t laugh. But he did lean slightly, peering at her shoulder.

  “Don’t, touch, me.”

  “I’m not. But… yep. Spider.”

  Her eyes widened in horror. “WHERE?”

  “Shoulder. Large. Brown. Probably harmless.”

  “Probably?!” Mira nearly tipped over. “You’re using probably right now?!”

  “Hold still.”

  “I am holding still,” Mira hissed, barely moving her lips. “I’m practically dead.”

  Adrian stepped closer, his motions unhurried, composed in that infuriating way of his. Mira didn’t dare open her eyes. Her arms had stiffened, half-lifted, her whole body drawn taut. A fine tremble ran through her shoulders as the spider clung just beneath her hairline.

  Then, without thinking, she reached out, her hand closing around his forearm.

  Her grip was desperate, like the instinct of someone on the brink of panic, grounding herself on the only solid thing nearby.

  Adrian paused, feeling the shape of her hand on his arm, the subtle tension in her hold. Her face was right there, scrunched in panic, lips pressed into a thin, trembling line, her usual spark dimmed by sheer, breathless terror.

  It was absurd. And oddly endearing.

  Then, wordlessly, he bent slightly and reached up, leaf in hand, his movements slow, practiced.

  The spider crawled onto it with eerie calm, its legs curling over the edge.

  He crouched, and let the creature disappear into the underbrush.

  “You’re clear,” he said.

  Mira didn’t move immediately. Then, still with her eyes closed, she asked, “Gone?”

  “Gone,” he confirmed.

  Only then did her hand slip from his arm, fingers uncurling as though she hadn’t realized she was holding him at all. She opened one eye, then both, then finally let herself breathe.

  “I think I saw my life flash,” she said, slumping lightly against a tree.

  Adrian held up the leaf. “Want a souvenir?”

  She swatted at it weakly. “I’ll frame it next to my obituary.”

  “You didn’t even flinch,” she added a second later.

  “I wasn’t the one with a spider on my neck.”

  “Still,” she muttered. “You didn’t even twitch.”

  He said nothing, only turned, the smallest shift in his shoulders betraying a looseness that hadn’t been there earlier. And though his expression didn’t change much, something in the silence between them had, like a thread had been tied without either of them meaning to.

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  By the time they stepped into Hector’s cottage, the warmth settled around them, woodsmoke, simmering broth, and the mellow scent of herbs steeped into the air. The fire snapped gently in the hearth, its glow moving across the shelves stacked with jars, bundled roots, and faded labels written by hand.

  Hector looked up from where he was tending the pot, ladle in hand, his sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. “Took your time,” he said mildly, glancing at them without stopping his work. “Find anything interesting out there?”

  Mira hesitated for half a second before replying, “A spider.”

  Adrian set the bundle of mushrooms near the prep table. “Uninvited guest.”

  Hector’s breath slipped out, light and almost wry. “Forest always sends someone. Could’ve been worse.”

  He didn’t press. Just gave the moment room to breathe.

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  Then he nodded toward the wide basin set beside the cutting board. “If you’re up for it, want to rinse the mushrooms, Mira?”

  She perked up at that. “Could you show me how to do it properly?”

  Hector gave her a warm smile, nodding as he motioned toward a small wooden table set up near the fire. "Of course, girl. The key with mushrooms is to treat them with care. They bruise easily, so you want to rinse them gently. No heavy scrubbing."

  Mira followed him to the table, where he had already placed a bowl of fresh, unwashed mushrooms.

  He picked up a delicate cluster, showing her how to handle them with the same careful precision he’s had for years.

  "You see these? You want to rinse them quickly under cold water, but don’t soak them. Just a quick rinse, and you’ll be able to keep the texture intact without losing too much of their flavor."

  Mira leaned in, watching intently as he demonstrates. Her hands followed his movements, gently running the mushrooms under the water, then setting them aside on a towel to dry. She was amazed at how even small details like this could make such a difference in the taste and presentation.

  "Like this?" she asked, holding up a freshly rinsed mushroom to inspect it.

  "Perfect," Hector said with a nod. "Now just set them aside, let them dry a bit, and we’ll get them in the pot in no time."

  As Mira continued rinsing mushrooms, Adrian finally broke his silence from the sidelines. "Need any help with the prep?" he asked, the barest softening around his eyes as he stepped closer.

  "Sure," Hector replied, as he quickly organizes the counter. "You can chop up some garlic and ginger, Adrian. Nothing too fancy, just enough to add flavor. Mira’s got the mushrooms covered."

  Mira noticed the way Hector was so at ease, almost like he’d done this a thousand times. She’d always found herself invited into impromptu cozy meals, even with people she hasn’t known for long. She smiled to herself as she continued rinsing the mushrooms.

  It was almost like a gift, the way she always seemed to stumble into these moments of warmth and simple, unspoken connection. It felt natural, like this was just part of who she was, to be a guest at the table, always welcomed with open arms, even when the invitation was as sudden as the moment itself.

  Adrian, watching her, felt an unexpected warmth at Mira's effortless ability to make herself a part of whatever situation she's in. It was as if she belongs everywhere, like she was born for these spontaneous, genuine connections.

  He couldn’t quite pinpoint it, but there was something about her, how she just fit in, how she made the unexpected feel like the most natural thing in the world.

  He’d always been a bit more serious, always driven by a need for precision and purpose, but Mira, she seemed to carry a sense of calm, of an acceptance that he couldn’t help but admire.

  As Hector added the freshly picked mushrooms to the pot, he asked, holding a small jar of bright red chili paste above the simmering broth.

  "Can you eat spicy?"

  Mira nodded thoughtfully. "A little is okay, not too spicy, though."

  "Got it," Hector replied, adding just a touch, like someone who knowed how to read a fire both on the stove and in a person.

  Mira pulled a seat closer to the fire, feeling the warmth wrap around her. She was not just excited about the meal, it was the whole experience.

  The firelight flickered across Hector’s face, highlighting the deep lines of a life lived in the forest, the way his hands moved with practiced ease as he stirred the pot.

  As the hotpot simmered, Mira found herself lost in the peacefulness of the forest night, her gaze shifting between the fire, the moonlit trees, and the two men who’d become part of this little adventure.

  The smell of the broth was savory, the mushrooms releasing their rich, earthy aroma, mixing with the smoke from the fire. Hector sat with them, his face glowing in the firelight, his presence as steady and grounding as the forest itself.

  Mira smiled softly. "This is... perfect."

  The night stretched on, and they talked, laughed, and shared stories. Mira, feeling the warmth of the fire and the comfort of good company, realized that today had become more than just a research trip.

  It was a reminder of the simple pleasures that exist in the world, of the beauty of slowing down, and of connecting not just with nature, but with the people who helped make it feel so alive.

  It’s a dinner she would remember, among the trees, beside the fire, with mushroom hotpot and a sense of joy that only the forest and good company can bring.

  Hector finally rose, brushing off his hands and giving them both a firm nod. “You two take care now. And next time, bring me a story for trade,” he said with a wink.

  Adrian thanked him, carefully picking up the container of Tremella specimens he had tucked near the edge of the table. Mira waved cheerfully, the last of the firelight catching in her eyes, and they made their way to the car. The forest was completely dark now, the air cooler, the night alive with soft rustles and distant calls. The warmth of the fire was still on their skin, and Mira hugged her coat around her, sinking into her seat.

  “His place felt like something out of a storybook. That hotpot. The smell. The fire.” She chuckled softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full and happy after a ‘research trip.’”

  For a moment, silence filled the car again, but Mira’s thoughts were anything but still. She hadn’t expected to spend this much time with Adrian. And somehow, it turned out to be… the coziest. Just mushroom soup, weathered wood cabins, and forests that felt like they belonged only to them.

  The thought dissolved like ember smoke, carried off by the fire's lingering warmth. Her stomach was full, her heart light. Fungi picking was the best, she decided. And tonight, tonight was more than enough.

  She tried to school her features, but the brightness seeped out anyway, in the way her shoulders lifted, in the quick bite of her lower lip.

  Adrian caught it out of the corner of his eye. “What’s that grin? Did you eat a strange mushroom?”

  Mira let out a short laugh. “Of course not. Don’t forget, we shared the same pot.”

  Adrian chuckled, the sound light and easy. “Fair point.”

  Outside, the trees blurred past in the dark. Inside the car, the air was warmer, from something growing slowly between them, like mycelium spreading unseen beneath the soil.

  Adrian focused at the road sign ahead, then shifted his eyes to Mira.

  "There’s a viewpoint coming up. You want to stop for a second?", he said, voice calm,

  Mira, still full and dreamy from dinner, perked up. "Sure."

  He pulled the car gently into a gravel lot edged by railings. The engine silent, leaving only the soft ticking of cooling metal and the rustle of the wind in the trees.

  When Mira stepped out, the cool air and breeze wrap around her like a sudden whisper. She hugged her jacket closer, following Adrian to the edge.

  Below them, the city sprawled across the valley like a blanket of stars scattered on velvet. Streetlights twinkled like distant constellations. The clusters of neighborhoods pulsed with night life, golden and still, as if the world were holding its breath in sleep.

  “Whoa,” Mira breathed. “That’s… actually stunning.”

  She pulled out her camera, the shutter clicking softly as she adjusted her angle and frame. A few quick photos, then one she looked at and nodded with a smile of satisfaction. She lowered the camera but didn't say anything more, some things were better left unspoken.

  Adrian stood a little behind her, hands in his coat pockets, watching the same scene. They didn’t rush. They just stood, side by side, the cold brushing their faces, their thoughts easy in the silence.

  Eventually, Mira exhaled a soft sigh and turned back toward the car.

  “Thanks again, Adrian. But if things keep going on like this, I might need extra tutor time just to finish my homework.”

  The engine purred under Adrian's hand, his voice rich with humor. "Good that you like it. But no promises, I charge extra for stargazing breaks."

  They both laughed, the road stretching out ahead of them.

  Under the velvet sky stitched with stars, the car rolled down the winding road, past sleeping trees and whispering winds.

  Inside, two travelers, one with a full heart, the other with a blooming smile, sat in silence that didn’t need filling.

  No dragons, no grand quests, just mushrooms and moonlight and a forest supper shared.

  And so they went, into the night, warmed by soup and stars.

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