Jane’s POV:

Looking out through the window, I see people running around to get to their jobs or daily labor. Even the ones from the apartment are heading out, but no one has the time to stop and say hello. None of them do, unless they have something they need.

I wouldn’t have cared if it was the usual me, but today, I’m going to step out of the flat and the building after going through chickenpox for the past seven days.

Amber, the talkative maid, brought a coffee and a green tea. Naturally, I reached out for the coffee, but she blocked my hand, and I had to settle for the green tea.

“I was thinking of paying you a thousand dollars for your help,” I said softly, hoping to get some reaction from her, “but perhaps, 500 is enough.”

She quickly swapped the tea with the coffee, making me smile without even trying. I took a slow and long sip as I continued to stare out the window. Cars speeding up pretty close to kids riding bicycles, and all kinds of vehicles swerving in and out through th