"Sis, does that mean you're agreeing with me? You can't go back on your word." Chale Cheney blinked his big eyes, innocent as an angel.
"First, tell me your name. And where are your parents?"
The little fellow tilted his head thinking, then counter-questioned, "Sister, what's your name?"
"Me? My name is Jasmine Yale."
"What a coincidence, sis, we both have the last name Yale!"
"Huh?"
"I'm called Chale Yale. You can also call me Chaley." The little fellow said in a childish voice.
"Oh haha, Little Chaley."
Jasmine Yale was laughing so hard her eyes squinted, she tousled his hair, besotted by him.
This little guy was so cute. Good looking and a pleasing voice.
Where did this little guy come from?
"Sis, let's go to the hospital. You're hurt. It hurts me to see it." Chale Cheney pointed to the abrasion on her arm.
Jasmine looked down at it, it wasn't too serious, but it was bloody.
"My house is not far from here. I'll go home and clean it up."
