Jasmine Yale always felt that the good atmosphere was ruined.
She had no choice but to order another vanilla milkshake and sit alone by the window, eating.
A little sweet treats can greatly improve one's mood.
The sunlight peacefully filtered through the window, spilling onto her table. The corner was bright, and she extended her hand, letting the sunlight fall onto her palm.
It was calm outside, with no wind.
The owner of the tea shop was quite the romantic, placing several pots of flowers outside, which looked particularly vibrant in this sudden season.
The group of women had long gone, and Jasmine Yale remained seated, waiting for Sylvan Cheney.
Perhaps due to the warmth, while waiting, she lay down on the table and closed her eyes.
A little sleepy.
Time passed with a "tick-tock."
Jasmine Yale dreamed of her school days, doing homework at home on the weekends, when she liked to sleep on the table whenever she got sleepy.
Her lips moved, and she smacked her tongue.
