As Caleb walked in, Lola looked up at him. He appeared different. Softer, more human. It was an interesting contrast. The blonde simply nodded at his words, "I know. I get it." Waving as he left the room, the blonde had a cheeky little look out of the bedroom window. It was more curiosity than actual contemplation. For a start, she was scared of heights, and secondly, she didn't even know where she was, where would she go? Leaning her forehead against the glass, she felt the refreshing cool blast of condensation. 

Time stood still, and after a few moments, Lola let out an audible sigh from her flushed pink lips. Knowing that there wasn't a cat in hells chance of sleep, she walked down the hallway and sat on the couch. As she channel surfed for as long as an indecisive person needed, she finally found one of her favourite shows. It was a lame reality show that made people perform practical jokes on each other. Soon, Lola was giggling, absorbed in what was happening on the big wide screen. 

In all honesty, her mind did wander rather frequently to the man in the next room. All manner of completely inappropriate thoughts flashed through her mind. She was starting to feel like she was turning into Jessica. She resigned herself to the fact that she was incredibly attracted to him, on way too many levels. Maybe in a way, things wouldn't be so bad. Setting her feet on the coffee table, she nestled in for the night. Well, what else could she do?