An Encounter on a Wednesday

It's a sunny spring Wednesday in Manhattan. Laura and Lorenzo, who have taken the day off, meet by chance at a restaurant for lunch and begin to talk about their lives. They like each other and agree to meet again for dinner later that evening. They don't know they'll never meet again. A short story about a brief encounter and the unexpected in life. What comes next on one's path cannot be predicted. Life is uncertain and fast. What's the sense of all this? Is there an answer to this question?