"You're blushing." He laughed and patted her face, straightening up.
Jasmine Yale realized she was being teased, "Are you flirting with me?"
"Flirting with you, it's only natural." Sylvan Cheney said, giving her a glance, his eyes full of gentle yet mischievous humor, "Fresh orange juice, don't forget to drink it."
Jasmine Yale looked at the glass on the table, "Got it, you go ahead with your work, I'll look over the data again."
"Alright, be a good girl, ask me if there's anything you don't understand."
"I know, I know."
Sylvan Cheney ruffled her hair, "Impatient little thing."
With that, he left the balcony and headed to the kitchen.
Jasmine Yale stared at his tall figure for a long time, slightly dazed, then lowered her head to look at her laptop screen, eyeing the dense data.
She occasionally sipped the orange juice, sometimes tapping the keyboard, helping him make revisions.
