Sylvan Cheney peeled shrimp for her and also served her a small bowl of rib soup.
Under the light, his cold and stern profile gained a peaceful softness, like uncut jade, a gentleness he had never shown before.
The harsh lines of his profile softened considerably.
"What time is the lecture this afternoon?"
"It doesn't start until three."
"Oh, then there's no rush, eat up and have a nap, hmm?"
"Mmm." Jasmine Yale nodded, "Rainy days are good for sleeping, look at Sweet Kitty, she's especially sleepy when it rains."
Cheney's eyes narrowed, a calm smile in his gaze.
On such a rainy day, in the depth of late autumn, there was an exceptional sense of comfort, even time seemed to slow down.
Jasmine's little apartment was very cozy, decorated in a simplistic countryside style, and the floor was covered with the kind of blanket she loved best, which didn't feel cold even when she walked on it barefoot.
The place was heated and filled with joy.