The lady sitting on my right went to the viewing car to contemplate the landscape, leaving a small golden bell on the seat.
I decided to keep it, it looked expensive and could be a good gift for my mother.
I had been traveling by train for years, but I liked this one since it runs on electricity like light bulbs and had beds and toilets for the disabled.
Shortly, the woman returned and started looking for the bell, which was in my backpack.
His worried face made me think that it wasn’t fair to have kept something that wasn’t mine. I opened the backpack and handed it to him.
I expected him to scold me, but instead he invited me to have cake in the cafeteria car.