Pigeons soared, skyscrapers loomed.
The open space was vast, and Jasmine Yale stood to the side, holding Sylvan Cheney's hand. The sunset dyed her black hair golden.
She squinted at the beautiful scene before her, doing nothing but holding hands with Sylvan Cheney.
Their fingers interlocked, and their shadows stretched long by the light.
A breeze blew past, Jasmine's long hair fluttered, she turned to look at Sylvan Cheney: "President, come with me for a haircut another day. It's hard to manage long hair with a baby coming."
Sylvan Cheney frowned, lifting a hand, gently running his fingers through her hair.
"Could you not cut it? Long hair looks nice."
"You still like my long hair so much, huh?"
"Yeah." Sylvan Cheney sincerely nodded, "But it's really hard to manage. I'll come with you for a cut another day."
"My hair grows fast, in half a year, it will be long again." Jasmine leaned closer to him.
Sylvan Cheney stood behind her, pulling her into his embrace.
