"He's all grumpy, I don't like it," Chale Cheney pouted.
He walked home, holding Jasmine Yale with one hand and a small goldfish with the other, beaming with joy.
It had been a long time since he had felt this happy.
Ever since he went to London, every day had been filled with training and studying, no weekends, no fun.
But next to Jasy, it was different, he could go to the amusement park with her, eat Food with her, and even buy a small goldfish.
Everything had changed!
He didn't want to leave.
Jasmine Yale felt the same, holding onto Chale Cheney's little hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
The little guy's hand was soft and comfortable to hold.
Chale Cheney had started out by carrying the goldfish bowl, but then switched to hugging it instead.
Under the streetlights, Jasmine Yale would sometimes look down and smile at the little guy.
The little guy noticed and would smile back at her.