PROLOUGE

She gave you a sidelong glance before pointing to the blackness of space.
"Can you tell me how many stars there are? Make an estimation" She ordered.
"It's not feasible." You bowed out.
"Exactly. And there's always the chance of fate intervening. It's equivalent to the number of stars up there, with a precise number, but impossible to track. Fate is continuously changing due to circumstances, and we, our meeting, are the consequence of fate."
"...consequence?" You were slightly offended.
"Perhaps I should word it differently. Our encounterment is the... outcome of the infinity fate?"
"..."
"Hmph, fine. The benefit of fate. Satisfied?"
You beamed.
"Very."