I am interested

Penny had never been on a date before, but she had seen enough to know that this was an invitation.

Cupping her cheeks, a little panic crept into her heart. "Am I his type as well?" she wondered, slapping herself for acting so shamefully.

"Penelope Bennet!" she hissed to herself, wincing. "You are already in your fifties! Don't act like a teenager! Don't forget who Penelope Bennet is!"

She repeated that chant three times before she snapped her eyes open. A fiery determination shone in her eyes as if she were about to enter a battlefield.

"This is Renren, and I should know better than anyone that he might mean something else," she told herself and bravely picked up her phone, ready to clear up the misunderstanding instead of dragging it out.

DING!

Just as Penny held her phone again, another message came from him.

[From: Mr. Pierson 

I'm asking you on a date.]