"Next Saturday sounds great," he nodded. Like Paul had any other plans, or even if he did, would mind ditching them for doing watery things. "I'll just come get you in the morning and we can head out. Don't forget the sunblock," he added helpfully, eyes crinkling at the corners when he smiled.
Kim is coming over now. Because she wants cocktails.
Paul is sorry he doesn't want to have sex with you ATM, Mo. But he's never been quasi-propositioned by a professional escort before.