Warren sat in the chair that was beside the couch, leaning in slightly to place his coffee cup on the table the couch and chairs surrounded. He had been surprised to come in and see Paige there but thought it was nice to see her so concerned over Kitty. It also made him feel a little less out of his element with someone else there.
"My fault," he told Paige somewhat sheepishly. "I made her cry. She asked me to marry her and I turned her down." It was obvious Warren was joking from the smirk he wore. Thankfully Kitty seemed to be pulling herself together. Whether it had been his leaving her alone for a few minutes or Paige showing up, it didn't matter. He could see the wheels turning in her head and that made him happy. "Kitty, as far as that goes, there are no start up costs for you. I'm letting you pay for the finished space. Not without a profit, I'll tell you right now. But I got it cheap because it is so damaged. With construction and everything, it comes close to evening out."
Pausing, he took a sip of his coffee and glanced at Paige. He should not be so happy to see her. "Are you a dancer too, Paige?" The question wasn't so out there. He and Scott had stumbled upon her moving around the kitchen the other night. Maybe it wasn't ballet, but even in a kitchen as big as theirs, there was only so much room a person could have to move.