"Well, I didn't like any of the dresses. I can't rock up naked. It's not that sorta' party." Was the rather blunt reply that escaped Lola's pretty pink lips. Getting into the truck, the young woman settled her head against the palm of her hand as she watched out of the window. The sensation of the cool glass against her cheek felt rather pleasant.

The blonde let out an amused snort as Caleb spoke about his Ex girlfriend. He certainly seemed the dolly girl sort, and that statement pretty much confirmed it. Well, that and a one night stand man. Certainly not boyfriend material if diner girl was anything to go by. Lola turned briefly to the driver. "I've never liked high heels, nor do I wear them. I think there's something desperate about women that totter around in them." The one time that she had actually worn high heels, she sprained her ankle so badly that she ended up on crutches for six weeks. Tom still takes the piss out of it, even now. It certainly wasn't her finest hour. "Give me a comfy pair of converse any day."

With yet another half hearted yawn, Lola fixed her jaded green eyes on the moving scenery.  It was from that point that she didn't listen to anything else that Caleb was saying. He clearly didn't have a plan, and that alone unnerved her, well, that and her mind flicked back to Jack. What was he doing in town? There was just too much to think about. It was all rather dizzying. By the time they reached the red light, Lola was fast asleep, freckles bright from the sunshine illuminating the window, and her hair prettily cascading to one side. As her hair parted, a rather large scar was visible across the entire left side of her neck, hinting subtly at past events. For a twenty year old, she really had seen and experienced far too much.