"Ah..." The girl opened her mouth, furrowed her brows, and after thinking for a moment, suddenly clapped her hands, "Ah, yes, yes, yes!?"
The girl smiled, her eyebrows dancing with excitement.
Flossie Wright raised her eyebrows slightly.
"How about this," the girl said earnestly, "we have a few things we need to take home. If you help us carry them back, I'll give you a hundred as a tip, how about that?"
The train fare from here to Arlington City is less than a hundred, which is enough for Flossie Wright's use.
"..."
Flossie Wright was quite speechless.
This girl was indeed generous.
But if seen by others, it would surely appear as if she was being bullied.
Flossie Wright was used to Glenn Hutchinson's ways, the kind of rules without rules, where any reason could be found to deduct points from students.
Getting a tip for something like this—
It felt like too much of a bargain.
"How much stuff?"
After a slight pause, Flossie Wright asked the girl.
