We need to talk (3)

Jeremy put down his phone and looked at his mother. He smiled brightly, almost blinding her with his handsomeness. She stumbled backward. She knew her son was handsome but why today he seemed more handsome than usual? Did he eat something weird?

"Mother, let's go," unaware of what his mother was thinking, he stepped forward and took hold of her arm, urging her to go to the shop where his grandmother was waiting.

She could not help from glancing at her son a few times. She did notice he was different today. Although he was smiling and acting fine, he was quiet than usual. Fine. He was quite a quiet man, she could not argue with that but today, he did not speak unless he was spoken to. However, after the phone call, he seemed much more... cheerful?

The elder woman was thumping her cane impatiently when the two Longs arrived at the shop. With a harrumph, she glared at her naughty grandson before she gave a meaningful look at the bunch of paper bags at her feet.