Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, leaned close to her ear, and his rich, deep voice echoed beside her ear, "How do you want me to feel? Should I touch and see? Hmm?"
"Sylvan Cheney, you're shameless. Let's break up for three minutes."
"Oh, what do you want for dinner tonight? Chinese or Western?"
"Chinese."
"Let's go, I'll take you upstairs."
Sylvan Cheney put his arm around her waist and led her from the first floor of the plaza towards the upstairs. Sylvan Cheney tickled her arm, "Still breaking up with me or not?"
Jasmine Yale giggled as he tickled her, "No, I was wrong, okay?"
"You've got some nerve, daring to break up with me."
In the brightly lit plaza, Jasmine Yale walked side by side with him, chatting as they went.
Sylvan Cheney booked a simple private room. With the two of them together, it was both cozy and sweet. He helped her sit down, worried she might bump into something, moving with great care.
