The kiss lasted for a long time.
"We should head home now," Jasmine Yale reminded him, aware that lingering in the hospital wasn't a great idea.
"Okay." Sylvan Cheney didn't press further.
He drove her home, while Jasmine sat in the passenger seat, cheerful like an energetic little sparrow.
"When the weather gets warmer, shall we go kite flying and have a picnic? How about bringing Chale?" She looked at him expectantly.
"Isn't he grown-up now?"
"Just say yes or no."
"Everything you say is okay."
Jasmine grinned, her pearly white teeth on display, her smile framed by two shallow dimples.
The bright weather mirrored her mood—it was as sunny as the day outside.
She knew he was busy, and when the time came, he'd likely only have a little time to spare for her.
"When we go to Chicago this time, will we come back?" Jasmine asked.
"We will." Sylvan answered almost without pause, his deep eyes reflecting a steadfast certainty.
