Jasmine Yale's hand was a bit cold at first, but now that Sylvan Cheney was holding it, it was no longer cold.
When neither of them spoke, they could hear each other's breathing in the car.
"President, I should head home now."
"I haven't had dinner yet. Aren't you going to invite me up for a bit?"
"President, don't you think we're moving too fast? So quickly, it's making me panic."
"What's fast?" Sylvan Cheney frowned, "We've known each other for three months already."
"I treat my nanny like my own mother. Meeting the family in just three months, don't you think that's fast?"
"Meeting the family?" Sylvan Cheney found the term amusing and laughed.
With her explanation, it indeed felt somewhat like meeting the family.
"Yeah, isn't that what it is, meeting the family. President, you need to show me your better sides more often. That way, when I do meet the family, I can praise you."
