James had been unresponsive for over a minute, so Jane Sampson couldn't help but speak up first, "Aren't you going to ask me why I'm looking at you?"
"Nope." James responded without hesitation.
Jane's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly—this guy was deviating from the script again.
It was always against the script, leaving her unsure how to respond.
No matter, even if he didn't ask, she was determined to say it.
Keeping it all inside was too uncomfortable.
Jane directly reached out, turned James' face toward hers, and said with a sour tone, "Fate, huh? Who would have thought we'd meet here?"
James took the hand that was bossing around on his face and removed it, not angry but laughing instead, his laughter deep, "What? Jealous?"
"Ha~" Jane quickly placed her hand back on the table, picked up her chopsticks casually, and bit into a piece of meat, "How could I be? Who~ Who's jealous? What's so good about vinegar? It's sour and awful; I don't like vinegar at all!"
