“What are you doing, smoking on my property?!” the old woman continued yelling, her voice surprisingly strong for her age.I immediately dropped the cigarette to the ground and crushed it under my shoe. “I’m so sorry, Grandma,” I said quickly, raising my hands in surrender.“Who are you calling Grandma?” she snapped, eyes narrowing.Just then, Peter came rushing over, gently but firmly holding her arm. “Ma, stop it. He’s a friend of Payton’s.”“A friend of Payton’s?” she repeated, still eyeing me suspiciously.“Yes, Ma.”“Oh… my bad. I’m sorry,” she said, though her tone remained sharp.“It’s okay. It was entirely my fault,” I replied, trying to sound as respectful as possible.“Yeah, well, you don’t smoke here. I don’t allow smoking on my property,” she added firmly.Just then, Bianca stepped outside, looking concerned as she walked toward us. “Is everything okay?” she asked.“Yes, dear,” Peter answered. “Ma, let’s all go sit in the backyard. He can introduce himself properly there.”
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