As they turned the corner, he grabbed the door for her again and paid the nice blonde woman at the counter. "Thanks, Mrs. Cho," he said when they were done. "Here we are, the best Chinese food within walking distance for the velocity impaired." He hands her a plate, with the simple warning of "hot" and goes to browse.

Mr. Cho was going to be angry with him, but he did still have that flat screen to fix for him... so maybe they'd call it even.