"No, by Mrs. Dennison." He enjoyed another sip from his refreshed glass. "She's eighty and had dropped her glasses on the way up to her apartment. She got off on the wrong floor and ended up at mine." Coulson looked even more amused. "She was very embarrassed, but I escorted her up a few floors and got her home safely."
The grin grew after another sip. "The next day, I had a knock and found her back with her new glasses and a large meatloaf. Apparently, I'm a very "sweet young man" and she wanted to thank me." He glanced over at Maria. "Yes, I did a background check and she's fine."