Chale Cheney arrived at the restaurant first.
The little guy was as lively as ever, refusing to let go of his backpack.
"Dad! Did you bring me here for something yummy to eat?" Chale Cheney ran straight to Sylvan Cheney.
At the sound of Chale Cheney's voice, Sylvan Cheney extinguished his cigarette, put away the sharp look in his eyes, his face much more genial.
He had taken off his suit jacket, wearing only a white shirt and a vest.
"Hmm." Sylvan Cheney stepped forward, patting the little fellow's hair.
The little boy looked up keenly, his big eyes darting around with excitement.
"Dad? Where's Jasy? Why didn't you bring Jasy? You can't…" He was a little frantic when he didn't see Jasmine Yale.
"She's too tired. She couldn't make it today." Sylvan Cheney said lightly.
"Oh! Can we take some yummy food to Jasy when we eat?" Chale Cheney asked innocently.
"Yes, we can." Sylvan Cheney rubbed his little head, a slight smile playing in his eyes.
