In hesitance, Jane picked the book from her hand and turned the pages after that waitress left. She was about to read the first page when she heard a man who was no other than Andrew asked the waitress if she saw a book near the stairs.
"I'm sorry Sir but I gave it to that girl," her finger pointed to Jane who at the same time faced him.
Andrew, who saw the book in Jane's hand, approached her in a rush. "That's mine," his hand stretched toward her. Receiving a quiet reaction from Jane, he repeated his words. "Return it back to me."
For the book was not hers, neither was she curious about the content, she handed that object back to him. "Well, here you are."
Jane hurried out of the cafeteria building; the light shone her path under the darkness of night. Jane strolled the curb for it w
