'She's good at what she does aksujtiuejfdjgusig' was the thought process going on in Paul's mind, all jumbled and incoherent. He didn't hold back on blushing this time because he was embarrassed about spilling a gallon of balsamic vinaigrette all over himself, and also that...did she think he needed her, um, services?!
"Yeah, that's...good idea," he said, nodding while she wiped his shirt. "I'll be right back."
He wasn't gone long, returning in a green shirt rolled up to the elbows this time. "Oh, did you...look, I don't want you to think that I'm just trying to wine and dine you to get a freebie or, you know, if you have legitimate customers that you should be attending to? I would understand," he stated. Awkwardly. He really did find her to be an interesting person, but he just didn't want her to think that he was stringing her along without purchasing any goods or services. Erm.