At seven o'clock sharp, Paul stood outside the restaurant waiting for his date. His mother was proud that he finally had a date. She insisted he dress up to impress this girl. He actually followed his mother's advice.
He saw her walking up, dressed in a simple black dress and heels. She was even more stunning then he remembered all though he just met her that afternoon.
A few minutes later, they were seated at a cozy table after ordering their food.
"So do you always ask girls out in the supermarket?" Stephanie said with a slight smile, reaching for her water glass.
"Nah not usually; only the pretty ones." He said looking into her pretty brown eyes.
"You are so sweet." She really liked him.
"Thanks, so are you." He said smiling at her.
"Aw. Thanks." She put her water glass down again and shifted in her seat. "So Paul tell me about yourself. I know you go food shopping for your parents but that's about it."
"Hmm ok. Well my last name is Levesque. I'm twenty eight years old. I live in Greenwich, Connecticut. About three years ago I moved back in with my parents. I used to have my own house in New Hampshire." Paul stated, saying the first things he thought of.
"Why did you move back in with them?" She asked curiously. Paul didn't want to answer; he didn't want her to think he was a low life without a job.
"Um I used to have a great job, but now I'm currently unemployed." Paul said hanging his head low. "Its embarrassing."
"Its ok. " Stephanie said, finally remembering where she knew him from. He used to work for her father. She remembered hearing about a Paul Levesque who always started trouble. But she really liked him. "Why haven't you gotten another job?"
"My dad's been sick with cancer so I've been helping my mom." He said sadly.
"Oh my God, I'm sorry." She said feeling embarrassed for asking a stupid question.
"Nah its ok. What about you?" He asked changing the subject. Paul was always close to his dad growing up, and knowing how sick he was now, was really hard for him to deal with. "What do you do?"
"Lets' see, I'm twenty one and I live at home with my parents too. I have an apartment in New York but I stay more in Connecticut. I work as a production assistant and publicity representative for a company." She said, purposely omitting her last name. She had to decide how she wanted to go about this- avoid it as long as possible.
"That sounds interesting. A lot better than my life. What company?" Paul said taking a bite of salad.
"Um," Stephanie said hesitating. She glanced around the restaurant hoping to find a way out of telling him that she already knew him. "I work for my fathers company."
"Ok," Paul said letting it go, seeing she was hesitant.
The rest of dinner centered around Paul and Stephanie getting to know each other...favorite music, movies, etc. They had a lot in common. The subject of Stephanie's relations to the World Wrestling Entertainment were not mentioned, or even suggested.
By the time they were walking out of the restaurant (he paid of course), they felt as if they had known each other for years.
"Let me walk you to your car." Paul said taking her arm. Hand in hand, she led him to her Mercedes Benz CLK 55 AMG. "Damn a Benz. Very nice."
"Thanks. My dad bought it for me." She said regretting bringing up her father.
"That was nice of him." Paul said. "I had to buy my own car."
"That sucks. I should get going, I have a long drive back to the city. I'm avoiding staying at my parent' house tonight but I'm not a fan of driving late at night." She said admitting one of her few flaws.
"Aw why don't you like driving at night?" Paul asked, intrigued
"I've been in an accident late at night before." Stephanie said recalling that horrible night. She ended up in the hospital for two weeks as a result.
"Well," Paul said trying to come up with any reason to be with her longer, "If you want I can drive there with you. I like driving at night actually."
"Oh Paul that is really nice of you, but I couldn't ask you to do that. I'll be fine, I promise." She said opening the door to her car and getting in.
Paul reached in his pocket and fished around for a piece of paper and a pen. He scribbled down his phone number. "Here's my number." He said handing her the paper, "Call me or something when you get there, so I know your safe." She got out of the car and kissed his cheek.
"Thank you Paul. Good night!" She said with a hug, and climbed back into her car. With another wave, she took off.
Paul smiled as he walked back to his car, a lame Accord. He really liked her but there was something that just didn't seem right.