Paul was just taking the fresh bread (it made the apartment smell rather homey) from the oven when he heard a knock on the door. The shrimp scampi pasta was just about done too, and all he had to do was shake up the balsamic vinaigrette dressing and that would be that. Well, besides letting his guest in, of course!
He wiped his hands on a towel and went to go open the door. And really, he had no idea what Moana looked like but when he saw her - holy fucking hell! - he managed to not trip all over himself, glad that he had dressed 'up,' sort of, in gray slacks and a dress shirt rolled up to the elbows.
"Hey, come on in," he said cheerfully, stepping back so she could enter. "It's so nice to meet you in person, Moana."