Mattie took a deep breath and forced herself to step out, following Nick. The last thing either of them needed was a swarm of police asking them questions. She didn't even know what was happening, herself, especially now that Ms. What's-her-face was getting involved. 

She contorted her face into the most fake smile she'd ever had the displeasure of making. 

Glancing between the two young'ns, the old woman opened her window. A loud meow and faint smell of cat urine emanated from within. Phone still in her hand, she addressed Mattie. "Who is this?" 

"O-oh! This is just, just an old friend. Hah!" She punched Nick's shoulder a little too hard. "The door, um, that was an accident." 

"What was the screaming?" 

Jesus, the lady was nosy. "It was um...happiness? So sorry for the noise, ma'am. How's Mr. Buttermilk Pancakes doing?" 

And immediately, the elderly neighbor was beaming.