It was like a simple, unadorned landscape painting.
When the wind blew, the leaves took flight.
Jasmine Yale had grown to like this tranquility; sometimes she would do nothing but walk endlessly along the small path.
"Have you been less busy lately?" Jasmine asked softly.
"Just people watching," Sylvan Cheney replied. "Will you have dinner with me tonight? Hmm?"
"No, the landlady has saved me some food."
"Fine, I'll take Sweet Kitty out for dinner then."
"You can't come into my house; did you make copies of my keys?"
"What, you just noticed? Hmm? Idiot."
"..." Jasmine was indeed angry. "You also can't just take Sweet Kitty. She's frightened of strangers, and she bites."
"How very like you."
"I'm being serious," Jasmine said, irritated.
"You bring her, and I'll bring you. Let's go out to eat together."
"You've already treated me several times; there's no need," Jasmine refused.