"December? It's December, right?" Jane Sampson chuckled, her heart pondered, and James Black sounded off.
James Black glanced at the person next to him who was carefully peeking at him. Remembering December was not yet beyond salvation.
Caught by James Black in the act of stealing glances, Jane Sampson showed her small white teeth in a sycophantic smile at James Black, earnestly trying to recall the exact date in December.
What day in December?
Jane Sampson walked while wracking her brains to remember.
A few seconds later, her steps halted abruptly, and she subconsciously reached out to grab James Black, blurting out, "Your mobile phone password isn't really 321203, is it?"
"Is there a problem?" James Black stood there with raised eyebrows, looking at the shocked Jane Sampson.
