In her memory, he had never been interested in these things.
Moreover, he had always been very busy, every minute was immensely precious.
"The words you say casually, I take them seriously," Sylvan Cheney looked at her with endless amusement in his eyes.
"You're not busy?" Jasmine Yale asked again in surprise, "Didn't you come to Cakago for meetings or work?"
"Didn't I say, a date."
"You're lying to me."
"Why would I lie to you?" Sylvan laughed, "We're here, get out, don't be late. I'll go to your place and check on Sweet Kitty."
The drive was really short, just a few words' worth of time.
It was still drizzling outside the window, with a shallow layer of water on the ground.
The weather was quite cold, with dense clouds overhead.
Jasmine Yale stood in the rain with a Little Flower umbrella, a few raindrops speckling her black boots.
With a blank expression in her glossy large eyes, she stood in the rain with her backpack, watching Sylvan Cheney roll up the car window.
