"Then let's try both." Jane Sampson saw a black one in the publicity, but the moment she heard there was a bright red, she was tempted too.
She loved the color bright red. Every time she wore it, it could turn someone's eyes and nose upside down with fury.
Jane Sampson entered the dressing room, and James Black sat on the sofa near the doorway with much patience. He wasn't like one of the men sitting next to him, who would pass the time by looking at his mobile phone, nor was he like another gentleman who would pick up the colorful magazines from the table. Instead, he stared intently at the door of the dressing room Jane had entered.
Jane's hand was injured, making it inconvenient for her to dress, so the salesperson followed her into the room to help, but it still took her longer than others.
James glanced at the time on his wrist; she had been inside for over a minute.
