It's not like it was completely unnatural or unbelievable to see Penelope in such a place, but she was just... She wasn't the kind of girl Darren felt comfortable with in a place like this.
First of all, she was only nineteen, and she was too innocent! She had all her life ahead of her, and, even worse, this was one of the restaurants that drove her father's out of business.
What was she doing here?
She was still standing before him, her smile big and beautiful, her ponytail bouncing slightly as she shifted her weight, the tight "Shooters" shirt and red shorts clinging to her nineteen-year-old frame in a way that made Darren's jaw tighten.
She was all youthful energy, her blue eyes bright despite the dim lighting, and Darren just couldn't stand the idea of all of it being tarnished in this depraved place.
"You work here now?" he asked her.
