Meanwhile…
Meow.
Zoren turned his head toward the sound, catching a blurry figure standing several steps from his vantage point. His eyesight was bad during daylight, and it was even worse at night. However, he could see something moving in her arms.
Meow.
He kept his gaze on the figure, watching as she slowly approached. When she was close enough, he caught a whiff of sweet cologne mixed with the scent of tea.
"Renren?"
Deep lines appeared between his brows as his eyes widened slightly. "You are…?"
"It's me…" she whispered, disbelief in her voice. "What are you… how… have you always been here on Thursdays?"
For a moment, Zoren was silent as he studied the figure before him.
"Penny?" He rose from his seat, surprised. "Is this really you?"
