Paul smiled in return. "You're welcome," he replied, then went to go get all of the delicious-smelling concoctions he had cooked up. After bringing everything to the table, which was arranged nice and neatly and a bit anal retentively, he sat down and unfolded his napkin. "I mean, you're not...you don't have a boyfriend or anything?"
And what the fuck kind of a question was that, he wondered? She was one of those things! From that Julia Roberts movie that all of his ex-girlfriends loved and cried over! But really, he was just curious about balancing work and...not work, especially when one's work was sexy things. Like was it possible? Or was it all the same?
"Sorry, I'm probably being nosy," he apologized sheepishly.