Tilting her head a little, Lydia smiles. She's not a mind reader or anything, but Lydia's willing to wager a bet that he's gotten a little distracted, given the way he's looking after her friends before looking back at her. Reflex says that he's hopeful he won't have to spend a lunch period by himself, but intuition wonders if there's more to it. She does have a type, after all.
"Lunch, yes," she confirms with a smirk. Lydia pushes herself off the locker beside his and nods toward the door, already picking through her purse for her car keys. "Let's go then. Lucky for you, I'm allowed to leave campus on free periods and my mom works here, plus everyone on staff like loves me, so I can get you out of any trouble I'm about to get you in by taking you with me," she comments, sounding amused.
As she leads the way out, she looks over at him. "So where are you from, Dick Grayson? You're new, that much I know."
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Date: 2016-08-30 03:33 pm (UTC)"Lunch, yes," she confirms with a smirk. Lydia pushes herself off the locker beside his and nods toward the door, already picking through her purse for her car keys. "Let's go then. Lucky for you, I'm allowed to leave campus on free periods and my mom works here, plus everyone on staff like loves me, so I can get you out of any trouble I'm about to get you in by taking you with me," she comments, sounding amused.
As she leads the way out, she looks over at him. "So where are you from, Dick Grayson? You're new, that much I know."