"Well, I'm sure whatever you do you will be great at," Paul said.
I smiled and thoughts of being too old for him flew out of my mind. He was... not perfect. But right. For me.
The waiter came over and took our orders. I ordered the spaghetti and Paul ordered the steak meal... 5 of them. The waiter's eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard Paul's request. I just giggled.
We kept talking all through the night. About school, what it was like in the city and how Jake and the boys have been since I left.
Before we knew it, it was 10 o'clock and I needed to get home.
True to form, Paul ate the entirety of his 5 steaks.
"So," Paul said in the car as he drove me home. "What do you say? Want to go out again sometime?"
"I would love that," I smiled.
We were back out of the house. We hopped out of the car and Paul walked me to the door. We stood there for a moment.
"Paul... I had a lot of fun tonight. Thank you."
I went on my tiptoes and kissed his cheek. Without warning, I was pulled into a romantic, passionate kiss. Paul kept kissing me for about a minute and then pulled away.
"Sorry," he said. "Got a bit carried away."
I went back towards him and placed his hands around my waist. "I don't mind," I whispered.