Paul had been kind of distracted lately, what with more lingering thoughts about his father's death, the fact that there were 939294 people from his high school here, and of course working with Cassie - whom he had instantly and stupidly fallen in 'love' with as soon as he met her. That doesn't happen, and understandably it boggled him.
This was why he, in a rare moment of cooking fuckery, burned the chicken piccata so badly, the smoke alarms went off. He had just finished spraying everything with a fire extinguisher when he heard the knock, so he took off the apron he was wearing and tossed it on the couch.
"Hey," he said cheerily as he opened the door, then immediately stepped outside, shutting it behind him. "It's a great night to go out, don't you think? Dinner anywhere you want, that's the theme tonight."