"I'll walk you downstairs." Sylvan Cheney also looked out the window, the raindrops winding and trickling down the glass.
But, he didn't open the car door for a long time.
Because of the temperature difference, the car windows were covered in a hazy white mist. Sylvan Cheney sat in the driver's seat, while Jasmine Yale sat beside him.
"Jasmine Yale." He turned his head, his gaze falling on her fair, clean little face. "Has anyone ever told you that your smile is beautiful?"
Jasmine was taken aback, then she really smiled, revealing two dimples. "Really? The CEO thinks so too? Then you should scold me less in the future. When you scold me, I get unhappy, and when I'm unhappy, I don't smile."
"Pushing your luck."
Jasmine smiled.
When neither of them spoke, the car was silent.
"CEO." Jasmine called to him, "It's getting late, you should go home too."
"You know where my home is?"
Jasmine nodded. "Yes, I do."
