Jane Sampson subtly moved her arm back a bit, and then twisted her head to pretend to be admiring the scenery outside the window.
The express train had already departed, and next to her seat, there was a four- or five-year-old child being particularly rowdy, jumping up and down in the compartment, with no sign of the parents intending to control him.
The mischievous child was slightly chubby but seemed to especially enjoy kneeling on ground level, crawling around in a chaotic manner. When Jane spotted the child crawling under her table, she frowned and glanced down.
The child, noticing Jane looking at her, raised her head to make a self-entertaining grimace at Jane, who rolled her eyes without paying attention to the child, and turned to glance at James Black.
And just thinking of him...
Jane's little schemes suddenly sprouted in her heart.
Having bumped into him, to not do something would be too much of a wasted opportunity, right?
