Lola had already entered the living area long before Caleb had even called out to her. The young woman immediately clocked him by the sink, looking notably forlorn, and she felt genuinely sad for him. He really must have been close to this Jimmy guy. Funerals were always such a harsh reality slap, closure wasn't always a positive thing. Wandering up to Caleb in her typically casual way, she nudged him with her hip. 

"Come on, let's go."

In all honesty, she wasn't too thrilled about the prospect of what laid out in front of her that day, but there wasn't a whole lot that she could really do about it. Instead, she was opting for ignorance. It really was best not to know sometimes. 

"I'm going to put the emotion down to the concussion."

With a knowing wink, she decided to be gross and without any warning, she leaned in and blew an obnoxiously loud raspberry against his cheek. The action amusing her greatly. Fluttering her eyelashes in a delightfully innocent expression, she stood back from the counter. There was method to her madness; she figured that Caleb would prefer her to be an ass, over trying to comfort him. He didn't seem like a guy that liked to be openly emotional, and she respected that.

"Let's go, before I decide to lock myself in the bathroom and refuse to come out."

Once again, Lola's gaze drifted to Caleb. He looked so different in a suit. Maybe it was just lust? Perhaps if they actually did something, it would all go away? Diverting her eyes to a nearby window, she bit down on her lip contemplatively. This was just getting harder and harder to ignore. It was like she was some hormone driven teenager again. No one else did this to her. Why him? Waiting by the front door, Lola pulled herself out of her reverie with a deep breath. 

[i]Let's do this.[/i]