Elder Axel stopped in his tracks and greeted Jasmine Yale, "Miss Yale, just coming out of the President's apartment? I was just about to head up. Is the President at home? Why didn't you stay a while longer?"
Elder Axel was a middle-aged man who didn't talk much, but despite his quiet demeanor, he was very observant.
Lately, he noticed that there seemed to be a quarrel between the President and Jasmine Yale.
Because, these days, no one had delivered breakfast to the President, he hadn't eaten breakfast at all.
"No, I'll leave as I see someone else is taking care of him." Jasmine Yale said softly, her expression calm and without much emotion, like the pale moonlight in the sky.
"You mean Little Waverly? Little Waverly happened to be on the way and had some drinks, so I gave her a ride. Just when we arrived at the entrance of the community, the President had a headache, so I let Little Waverly take the President up first, and I drove to the drugstore to buy medicine."
