Paul was at some place with his mom for the home owners thing that she was in. He was just following her around until she saw Mr. Costello.

He, your father, was focused on watching you play {insert sport} in the gym connected with some office place, since you were in a club. So, Paul’s mom took it as a chance to talk..and talk…and talk.

Paul just kinda followed his mom and sat down on one of the metal chairs. Fixing his coke bottle sized glasses. They were more like goggles but whatever.