In the afternoon, Sylvan Cheney went out for a while.
When Jasmine Yale woke up, she didn't see him. She lazily rubbed her eyes and called his name.
No one responded, so she got up and called him on the phone.
"President..." she mumbled drowsily.
"Awake? I'll be back soon."
"Where are you? I woke up and didn't see you, thought you ran away."
"Where could I run to? Went out to handle some things."
"Then I'll wait for you. We agreed you'd come home with me."
"Alright, wait for me."
Jasmine hung up, excitedly, and then happily called Butler Santana.
"Butler Santana!" She sounded like a little kid, sitting in bed, holding her phone.
"Oh? Miss Yale."
"I'm planning to go home with Evan to get some things later. Can you help me pack? I might be moving in with him."
"What?" Butler Santana was taken aback, "You two are moving in together? Cohabiting? Can he take care of you?"
"He's alright, he can cook, and he listens to me."
