"Texting my friends about boys and parties?" The blonde laughed in amusement, "Dude, I'm 21, not sixteen. I'm way too busy to go out." Lola shook her head in exasperation. "You know, not all girls go around behaving like they do in Clueless. Just going to throw that out there." Sliding her hands into the front pocket of her hoodie, she noticed that Caleb had lightened up a little around her. 

After watching him at the cash machine, she shook her head. "No, it shouldn't hurt that much, and as a five star eatery is clearly off of the menu with me dressed like I just slept in a closet, I'm going to go with Chinese." Lola shot the man sat next to her a very suspicious look, and as the truck pulled up into a parking lot, she turned to face him. Without warning, she leaned towards him and held his cheeks so that he couldn't move his head, and proceeded to look straight into his eyes.

The movement meant that they were technically up close and rather personal, but that hadn't been her intention. Actually, at that point, it had been the last thing on her mind. The fact that she had also seen this guy kill someone, didn't really register in her thought process as she held his head either. It was bizarre to her, that she wasn't phased by it, and she couldn't really put her finger on why. The whole attraction thing did perhaps go someway in helping.

"You totally have a concussion." The blonde shook her head, "Your pupils are beyond whacked out. You don't just have a headache do you? You have a whole brass band back in there." Rolling her eyes at his macho bravado, she tilted her head to the side in mild curiosity. "I am surprised that you don't have a pair of black eyes though. I wouldn't go doing anything crazy if I were you. You'll totally pass out." Whilst Lola was so close to Caleb, she did happen to notice that he had very nice eyes. In fact, he pretty much had a very nice everything.