Ansel wanted to disappear at Clarke’s words. He should’ve just handed Penny her phone and made excuses. He needed to…he froze as Penny’s hands landed on his shoulder. What was she doing? He needed to get out of here, now.
Ansel glared when she grabbed him then dragged him out of his chair. Dancing? No! He frowned, looking for a way to escape. He scowled at the door so far away. He’d just have to insult her, then she’d leave him alone.
Ansel relaxed at the interruption until catching up was mentioned. He tilted his head to regard…oh, okay.
“Yes, a welcome back is in order I believe?” Ansel commented.