James Black instinctively looked up toward the room upstairs, thought about it, and shook his head, "Not for now."
After talking downstairs with Brooke Black for a while, James Black returned to the room upstairs. As he entered the room, Jane Sampson had just come out from the bathroom, her hair perfectly blow-dried.
Seeing James enter, she threw the towel in her hand back into the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom and then hurried over to him, circling him with great diligence, "The room is warm, can I hang up your coat?"
That diligence did not seem at all like Jane Sampson's usual demeanor.
James did not believe that a short separation could have made Jane miss him with such fervor.
"Spit it out," James sidestepped Jane and hung the trench coat on the coat rack himself.
"No, nothing~" Jane chuckled, trailing him like a little shadow. He moved, she followed, her eyes squinted smilingly, at first glance resembling a little fox.
