Lydia bobs her head somewhere between a nod and a shake before looking over at him with a little smirk. "Something like that, yeah," she agrees. It's probably been one of those weeks, more accurately, but...yeah. She'll go with that.
"Come on," she prompts, finally getting out of the car to lead the way inside. The line is short because it's the first lunch period of the day and most students in that lunch period don't have Senior Privilege. That's a relief since they only have about half an hour to order, eat, and get back to school. Not that she's super worried about the time line, but she figures he might be. He probably has a class. She doesn't. Perks of being a genius.
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Date: 2016-08-30 09:07 pm (UTC)"Come on," she prompts, finally getting out of the car to lead the way inside. The line is short because it's the first lunch period of the day and most students in that lunch period don't have Senior Privilege. That's a relief since they only have about half an hour to order, eat, and get back to school. Not that she's super worried about the time line, but she figures he might be. He probably has a class. She doesn't. Perks of being a genius.