"Thank you young man. What is your name?"
"Quincy Davis"
"How old are you,"
"28"
"Hmmnnn... Older guys are spicier"
"Granny!"
"Haha, not for me boy. This old lady is too much for you to handle. Haha."
"Granny!!!"
"Are you married, dating, or single?"
"Single and searching"
"Women, men or both?"
"Women"
"Any age preference?"
"At least of legal age and not older than 28"
"What do you think of the girl in the picture?"
"Fiesty, pretty, Fiesty, but mostly pretty. Why do you ask granny?"
"She's yours to keep"
"What!"
"She's my granddaughter. You like me, so you'll definitely like her. If it doesn't work out, granny won't force you... yet."
"Okay granny. I will give it a try, but I don't want a setup. I will meet her in my own way."
"You have my words boy."
Quincy assisted granny Jacob to her car and waved goodbye.
Earlier that day...
Quincy was in a menswear store trying to pick out a tie for his best friend. He noticed a sticky granny next to him. She had been following him since he entered the store 30 minutes ago. He turned to the granny to ask if she needed anything.
"I am just accompanying my grandson-in-law," granny said. Quincy was confused for a while as he scanned around the store for her family.
"Where is he?"
"I am looking at him right now."
"Me?"
"Yes boy, you".