Jasmine Yale smiled sheepishly, resting her chin on her hand as she quietly gazed at Sylvan Cheney.
In moments like this, she cherished every single second.
As evening approached, the sunset gradually sank in the west, slowly dipping below the horizon from a full circle to a half-circle, until it vanished completely.
The sun had set, and the water in the swimming pool was beginning to cool.
As Sylvan Cheney swam over, Jasmine Yale tossed a towel to him and said with a smile, "Come up, it's getting dark."
They had been swimming for quite a while.
Mr. Dick was impressive too, at his age, swimming back and forth in the pool like a fish, which made Jasmine Yale view him with newfound respect.
Seeing Jasmine Yale's smile, Sylvan Cheney suddenly felt a bit dazed.
The face before him was clearly defined and so close, yet his vision blurred.
Unformed images floated through his mind, and Sylvan Cheney's temples throbbed.
