Are you married to being called Dick? she wonders, but has the social grace not to ask aloud. She can still work with that. Probably. Either way, the name doesn't ring a bell. A couple of years ago, she would already have known everything interesting and readily available that there was to know about this guy before he even stepped foot in Beacon Hills High, but that was then. Now, her life is too hectic to be bothered with that level of gossip these days. It seems like a lot of things that she used to live and breathe for don't feel anywhere near as important. Not all of them; fashion? Still totally important. But some of them.
Her eyebrows lift and she grins when he says he has lunch now. "Perfect, so do I," she tells him.
"Lydia."
She looks around Dick, over his shoulder to see Malia, Stiles and Scott waving for her to go with them. She gives a dismissive wave of one hand and crinkles her nose. She can hear Malia complaining about not understanding what's up and Stiles is trying to smooth that over as they head down the hall without her. "Anyway," she says, giving Dick her full attention again. "So...lunch," she goes on with a coy smile. "You wanna get out of here? There's a Taco Bell like a five minute drive from here."
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Date: 2016-08-30 02:35 pm (UTC)Her eyebrows lift and she grins when he says he has lunch now. "Perfect, so do I," she tells him.
"Lydia."
She looks around Dick, over his shoulder to see Malia, Stiles and Scott waving for her to go with them. She gives a dismissive wave of one hand and crinkles her nose. She can hear Malia complaining about not understanding what's up and Stiles is trying to smooth that over as they head down the hall without her. "Anyway," she says, giving Dick her full attention again. "So...lunch," she goes on with a coy smile. "You wanna get out of here? There's a Taco Bell like a five minute drive from here."