"What is he doing here?"
The corners of Penny's lips curved downward, her eyes fixed on the person ahead of her.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, louder this time. "Dean, I'm getting annoyed with you now."
Dean, who was leaning against the side of the car, peeled himself away from it. He smiled charmingly as he walked toward her.
"Why are you getting annoyed with me? It's not like I'm following you," he quipped, stopping in front of her. "I know where you live and I'm just dropping by."
"Wow… so because of that, you think you can come here anytime?"
"Penny, I felt like our last conversation… it weighed on my heart." His smile faded as he sighed. "I reflected on my actions, and you were right. I should trust you. After all, we've known each other for a long time, and no matter what, we've shared many memories over the past twelve years."
