Occasionally, he would turn his head to glance at her.
Jasmine Yale was very excited, still pondering over the piece he taught her, studying it with extra seriousness, her cheeks all flushed.
Ten minutes later, Sylvan Cheney stood up, wrapped his arm around her waist, rubbed against her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, "Let's eat before playing."
Jasmine Yale had to hold onto his arm to stand up and leaned into his embrace: "Do you feel bored being with me? The things I like, you don't seem too interested in."
"Don't overthink."
"Alright, it's me overthinking. Let's eat! What did you order?"
Sylvan Cheney showed her the menu.
Jasmine Yale looked down at it, strands of hair falling by her ears, under the light, she resembled a simple porcelain doll.
The private room was large, with just the two of them in there, it seemed a bit secluded.
Moreover, the soundproofing here was excellent, making it nearly impossible to hear the noise from outside.
