James Black's reply was to tighten his palm, leaving Jane Sampson's fingertips unable to move. Lowering his gaze, he saw her smile slowly fade, replaced by a look of sorrow. Her fingers were still feebly struggling against the center of his palm. Eventually, Jane's antics made James laugh.
"How old are you?" James asked with laughter in his voice.
"Eighteen," Jane responded quickly. "I'm a forever 18-year-old fairy."
"Heh," James laughed, not arguing with her.
The elevator door opened, and James led Jane inside. From the basement level to the second floor, someone else came in. It was the same auntie they had encountered that morning while buying groceries.
The auntie came in, carrying bags of stuff, glanced at the two in the elevator, her eyes settled on their clasped hands for a moment, her mouth twitched, and she muttered, "Kids these days, in public no less, have no restraint."
