In truth, she didn't like it this way; she hoped he would talk to her, even if she couldn't solve his problems, she could still be a good listener.
She hoped they were in the same boat, weathering storms together, rather than him bearing it all alone.
She was attached to his broad shoulders, yet her heart ached for the burdens he carried.
She was no longer that little girl.
"So... what kind of movies do you like to watch? Or do you have any hobbies?" Sylvan Cheney cleared his throat and looked at her.
"Light-hearted movies, nothing too deep, I can't understand those." Jasmine Yale clutched the blanket, thought for a moment, "What about you?"
"Me? I'm fine with whatever you pick."
"Mr. Cheney, when I first met you, you weren't someone who would go along with me." Jasmine Yale beamed with joy, "You seemed to enjoy being in control of me."
"That depends on the occasion."
"Mr. Cheney, if you hadn't met me, would you be with Miss Janus now?"
