Jane was taken aback, and when she lifted her head, she saw a teenager standing at the entrance with a bag in her hand.
She stood up and asked, “Are you looking for me?”
“Yes!” The little girl nodded, “Are you Jane Austen?”
“That’s correct.” Jane stepped forward, “What do you need from me?”
The little girl handed her the bag, “This is from a guy who wanted me to give it to you.”
“For me?” Jane took the bag and checked it, and it turned out to be a shoebox. Shoes?
She looked at the little girl and inquired, “Who is this guy?”
The little girl smiled at her and said, “Bye, Jane,” before running away.
“Hey, hold on.” Jane shouted, but the little girl had already disappeared.
She looked at the shoe box in her hand with confusion.
The boss gave her a strange look,
