"Church, no deal. Sunset, no deal. Roller coaster, no deal. Coffee, no deal. Haunted house, no deal." Jane Sampson laughed in a way that suggested she was a handful, "Of course, if you take me for some Häagen-Dazs, we can talk."
Hearing this litany from Jane Sampson, and seeing her expression, James Black knew that Jane knew what he had planned to do.
What she had listed as 'no deal' were indeed things he had planned to do with her.
And now, she had nonchalantly rejected all of them in one breath.
The corners of James Black's mouth twitched almost imperceptibly as he stood there staring at Jane Sampson, and for a good while, he said nothing.
Jane Sampson felt so uneasy under James Black's gaze that she turned her back on him so he couldn't see her.
