You’re not as stealthy as you think, Old Man.  She caught you looking.  Paul merely shrugged, though he had to laugh at her sandwich teasing and comment about his jaw.  “Touché, Charlette,” he complimented her, as really, when you’re busted, you’re busted.<br/><br/>Accepting the can of soda with a nod of thanks, he observed as she dug into her own tasty treat.  The left-behind jelly around her mouth was a temptation all its own.  A temptation he would do well to ignore.  Still, had he been eight years younger, he would have been all over that condiment, licking it off her face while also stealing a kiss.<br/><br/>Uh, Houston, we seem to be developing a problem with Old Man here.  Paul disregarded the mockery, though he had to admit its accuracy was spot-on.  Once again, he was reminded as to just how sensible it was to accept her application to move in.  To be fair, he had no idea she would exhibit such flirtatious behavior here, at home, and at the pizza parlor.<br/><br/>Thankfully, Charlette spoke up, though what a doozy of a question she asked.  “Dating life?” Paul reiterated, nearly choking on his delicious, classic combo.  Lie, Old Man.  Lie to her.  Make some shit up.  He scoffed at the advice, not able to see any good coming from dishonesty.<br/><br/>“I, uh, that is to say,” he stumbled along the way.  “I actually don’t have, um, a dating life at the moment.”  Paul shrugged in defeat, stopping short of another bite, as he had a little more to add.  “A girlfriend of just over two years apparently got a better offer, and that, as the saying goes, was that.”