Jane Sampson looked at her mobile phone for a long time, not knowing whether she was looking at the person in the photo or the scenery.
James Black moved quickly, and when he returned, he had an extra bag in his hand.
He stopped in front of Jane and, unaware that she had sneakily taken a photo of him, quickly took out a cup of tangerine-flavored juice from the bag and inserted a thin straw before handing it to Jane.
"It's a bit cold; don't drink it too fast," James Black reminded her subconsciously.
Jane made a sound of acknowledgment, seemingly enthralled by the coolness of the cup, put away her phone into her pocket, and held the cup with both hands, sipping slowly.
Sweat still hung on James Black's forehead. Despite the scorching midday heat and the long distance, he had run there and back without a single word of complaint, his face showing not the slightest impatience.
It was the first time Jane realized that James Black's temperament could be quite good at times.
