Not who you're looking for

Stepping into the kitchen quietly, you see the back of a familiar figure. You fondly remember the reddish-brown hair that's currently in a ponytail. She's wearing an apron over skinny jeans and a flannel shirt and it looks like she's frosting some cupcakes. You step closer until you can smell her perfume.

Putting your hands on her hips, you go back to her from behind and kiss her on the back of her neck. "Hi Peyton," you say.

Immediately, the woman recoils from you, grabs a rolling pin on the table, and swings it at your head. You had not been expecting that, and the pin barely misses connecting with your head as your reflexes kick in and you dodge the attack.

Jumping back, you realize that the woman is not Peyton, the first woman you had helped after coming into possession of the magic rings.

"Woah! Hold on!" you say, holding up both your hands in surrender.

The woman is still holding the rolling pin in her hand as she faces you and leans back against the table behind her. Now that you're seeing her from the front, you notice that she bares a close resemblance to Peyton, especially in the eyes. It's not just the hair and svelte figure. She's younger than Peyton, though her arms and legs look equally toned. Her heaving chest doesn't look too big in the flannel shirt. Peyton was a B or C cup, this woman is probably a A.

"I'm sorry. I thought you were Peyton," you say.

The young woman lowers the rolling pin a little. "Oh. I thought I was the only one here. The door should have been locked. How do you know her?"

"Uh..." you scratch your head. "We're friends."

"Oh... You're one of her 'friends.' Should have known. Sorry about nearly knocking your brains out," the woman says, putting down the rolling pin.

"It's okay. I guess I would have done the same thing. Is Peyton going to be here soon? Who are you?" you ask.

"No, she's got a fever, so she's at home resting. I'm Elisa, her daughter."

"Oh."

You must have looked surprised because Elisa frowns. "Yes, 'oh'," she crosses her arms and remarks sarcastically. "What, you thought she was a 20-something? She had me when she was 18."

"Oh." You can't help yourself.

Then, Elisa's eyes narrow and she takes a couple of steps towards you, staring at your face. "Wait a second," she says. "You're the new mayor, aren't you?"

You nod.

"Unbelievable! Mom's screwing the mayor!"

"Well, it was once. And it was before I became mayor..."

"Once? And now you're back for... it was that good, huh?"

You smile at her brazen attitude. "Shouldn't you be in school or something?" you ask.

"You mean, am I old enough for sex? Yes, I go to community college."

"Um. Okay..." Elisa's standing inches away from you and she would definitely see the bulge in your pants if she looks down now. She probably knows that as she smirks at you, clearly satisfied that she's making you uncomfortable.