"I've gotten older, so theoretically, I should be wiser." Sylvan Cheney held his cue stick, gazing at her, "Come over."
He looked at her, a slight provocation in his eyes.
He knew that Jasmine Yale was never submissive to anyone, including him.
Sure enough, Jasmine Yale hopped over, her eyes sparkling and as alluring as peach blossoms, "Isn't this bullying? You play all the time, and I've only played a few times."
"I'm not bullying you, just play a couple of games with me," Sylvan Cheney handed her a cue stick.
Taking it, Jasmine felt clueless, "I've forgotten everything, I can't play anymore."
"I'll teach you."
"Fine, I'll play, but you're not allowed to call me stupid," Jasmine stipulated in advance.
She wanted to avoid being called stupid later on, not to mention being told she was slow to react.
"..." Sylvan Cheney sighed helplessly, "I'm just stating the facts."
