Just as she was about to push open the car door, his deep voice rose lightly, "Warm up the lunch dishes tonight before eating, I've cleaned all the bowls, they're in the cupboard. Don't be picky, remember to drink all the rib soup, I simmered it for hours this morning."
Upon hearing his reminder, Jasmine Yale nodded like a little girl.
"Got it."
"Mm, off you go!"
Jasmine Yale hopped out of the car and dashed into the bakery.
No sooner had she stepped inside than the black Mercedes sped away like a swift, disappearing into the white curtain of rain.
Jasmine Yale sent him a text message, her head bowed: "See you at 6 p.m. next Wednesday at Time themed restaurant."
Next Wednesday was his birthday.
He should understand.
Five minutes later, she received a reply, "Okay."
Jasmine Yale felt a wave of subtle emotions undulating within her, like duckweed floating on water, changing directions with every gust of wind.
She gazed at the rain curtain, where it stood, empty and vast.