Jasmine Yale helped Sylvan Cheney tidy up the apartment, watered his plants, and bought a fresh bouquet of flowers.
The apartment was still the same, and at a glance, her things already outnumbered Sylvan's.
Jasmine felt a kind of sense of being the lady of the house.
Even though, they hadn't even gotten past the first stage of commitment.
She placed two plush dolls on the bedside cabinet, so that every morning when she woke up, she could see them and feel good.
...
In the evening, after work, Sylvan Cheney went straight back to the apartment.
Jasmine had already dressed herself up; she wore a cream-colored scarf, a navy blue hat, and happily sat in the passenger seat.
Sylvan was still dressed the same way he was in the morning, exuding maturity and steadiness.
"Do I look good in these clothes?" Jasmine smiled at Sylvan, "And my new lipstick, just bought it, in plum color."
"You suit light orange and taupe colors more."
"Oh, so you mean... this plum color doesn't suit me?"
