Marcy jumps as she feels Paul’s hand on her back. Despite her obvious discomfort, she blushes a little at his touch.<br/><br/>“Well yes I guess... But there are doughnuts in the break room last I checked, those would taste a lot better than m-me. A-and there’s a great restaurant down the street, I’d be happy to buy you dinner instead. Have anything you want, just please don’t eat me...” Her eyes start to well up with tears and she tries squirming out of the security guards grip, still trying to make it to the door.