"That could almost have been sent by me."

With a cheeky smirk, Lola stood up and dusted off her t-shirt as Martha walked over. The blonde chuckled as she listened to the older lady's advice about Caleb. "Don't worry, I've got his card marked." With an amused wink to Martha, Lola obediently headed to the door. As the pair went outside into the fresh air, she turned to Caleb.

"So, have you had any brainwaves as to how your going to handle all of this? Don't get me wrong, you're a very gentlemanly hostage taker, but eventually I would like my own bed." 

The young woman's voice was low enough for nobody else to hear, and it had a slightly light hearted tone. After all, what will be, will be. Well, that's what Doris Day claims. 

"So Jimmy, good friend? I'm guessing that explains everything."

Lola shot Caleb a knowing glance, before respectfully leaving the subject. The more time she spent with Caleb, the more he was starting to make sense. On some level, she understood him. 

"Because, in all honesty, I won't tell anyone anything. As far as I'm concerned, it never happened. I don't want to get you or the other guys in trouble. I know that's easy for me to say though, you don't know me to trust me." The blonde ran her fingers through her unruly curls. "Plus, I have my end of semester ball coming up, and if I don't get to wear my dress, I'm going to be out of this world pissed. That thing cost me a fortune, and I don't even like it." Shaking her head exasperatedly, she rolled her eyes. "This is also seriously hampering my ability to find a date for it. It's going to have to be gay Tom. Not that my problems are important in the grand scheme of things, so I shall just shut up." 

The blonde stopped talking and glanced casually around the parking lot. She was fairly sure she'd been drunk there before. "You just lost your friend, and I'm moaning about a damn dress,I'm Sorry." Lola shot Caleb an apologetic look, before yawning sleepily. "I'm a really horrific person when I'm tired."