Her sisters weren't there, but Paige imagined she knew what they'd say despite having known them for less than a year. You've been here what, two days? And you already have a date. Well in her opinion, what was problem with that? In her opinion, she was just being friendly and agreeing to dinner with a seemingly nice, charming, and very handsome man who'd made the offer. If he turned out to be a demon or a warlock, she'd orb away and figure out how to vanquish him. She had this down, now.
Of course, the dinner date had prompted her having to run out to a store and find something suitable to wear. She'd finally hit a vintage clothing shop and now was wearing a dark red top in a Chinese style with gold dragons across the shoulders that moved around to the front of the bodice-like material. It was sleeveless, which was fine with her, and she'd partnered it with a purple mini skirt in a lightweight material that flowed nicely if she spun. Not that she would be spinning a lot, but it was the thought that counted, in Paige's opinion. Her tastes were eclectic, but she loved colors and she loved mixing things even when they didn't quite match.
After spritzing on just a bit of the spicy perfume she'd picked up, Paige brushed her hair back from her face, then smiled and leaned in closer to the mirror to refresh her bright red lipstick. That done, she grabbed a small purse that contained cell phone, keys, cash and - a more recent addition - a quick smoke-producing potion she'd remembered from the Book of Shadows. Blowing a kiss at herself in the mirror, she sailed out of the apartment and headed for Neal's.
On reaching the door, Paige lifted her hand and gave an easy knock, a smile already on her lips as she waited for it to open.