I think we picked the wrong prizes.

"Just hold your gun like this..." Penny held Zoren's arm, helping him position it. "I know you can't see clearly, but you can see colors, right? Just focus on one color..."

Slowly, Zoren gazed down at her, the soft fragrance she emitted filling his nostrils. Her voice sounded serious, though her touch was gentle and patient. He squinted his eyes, hoping he could see her a bit clearer up close.

"And then..." she suddenly looked up at him, only to see him staring at her intently instead of focusing on her instruction. "Mr. Pierson, are you listening? I am trying to help you redeem your confidence."

"Zoren," he corrected coolly as he snapped his gaze to the balloon board. 'And my goal is not hitting the balloons, but the opposite.' Or rather, hitting a supposed free target.

Penny pressed her lips together and cleared her throat, putting on an unfazed front as she carefully kept her hands on his arm. "Shoot."