Watching her fingers clutching the wallet rapidly point out a few mousses cakes, her other hand wasn't idle either, lifting an ice cream that had only half left...
Ice cream.
James Black's face immediately darkened, and without saying a word, he grabbed the half-eaten ice cream from Jane Sampson's hand, raised his arm, and threw it. The half-eaten ice cream traced a perfect parabola in the air before landing immaculately in the trash can in the corner.
Jane Sampson was stunned for a second, her gaze foolishly fixated on the trash can for a long time, before she slowly turned back to look at James Black, the initiator who had thrown her beloved ice cream into the trash can.
It wasn't at all surprising that the person standing behind her with a gloomy face was James Black, the only one who would dare snatch her favorite snacks from her hand and toss them into the trash can right in front of her.
