"Zoren Pierson!"
Penny felt as if a bucket of ice had been poured over her the moment she heard that elderly voice. She didn't know who the person was, but she had a strong premonition that this would be bad.
"Oh!" Old Mrs. Pierson clasped her hands, and the anger on her face vanished. She darted her eyes between the two before the wrinkles on her face deepened with a smile. "I see the two of you were having a lovely private moment. Please forgive this old woman. I didn't know my grandson was accommodating his wife today!"
Zoren kept his gaze on the figure by the door. "Miss Penelope," he whispered. "I am... sorry."
Penny's heart sank as soon as she heard his apology. She didn't need to ask what he was apologizing for — she already had her guess.
"Hehe." She let out a dry laugh.
"Alright, then! Tell me once you're done!" Old Mrs. Pierson clapped, stomping her cane as she turned to leave.