Jasmine Yale's hand hovered over the keyboard, uncertain how to type the first character.
The response came through on the other end: "Miss Yale, text me when you're ready, I have to go now."
Sylvan Cheney puts down his phone and straightens his tie.
"Dad, you look so handsome today." Chale Cheney peeked in and smiled at Sylvan.
"Alright, what do you want this time?"
Sylvan didn't lift his head and walked downstairs.
He was in a good mood today and planned on personally driving Chale to school.
"I'm not some gold digger, dad. You truly look handsome."
"No need for you to say that."
"Um, um...Dad, when can I see Jasy again?"
"…"
"Dad, you see, it's been one, two, three,… eight days since I last saw Jasy from that day at the amusement park." Chale was counting on his fingers, looking pitiful.
"Why do you like her so much?" Sylvan couldn't help but ask.
"There's a kind of liking, that happens at first sight. Dad, do you understand?"
"I don't understand."
