{ An indie selective and private Lydia Martin roleplay blog, tracking the tag: bravexbanshee. the images and the character are not mine.}
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( he looks at her, & smiles sweetly. he’s reaching over, &picking up a pen, along with a piece of paper, writing down his phone number and dropping it into her purse. he grins at the sight of her blush, chuckling softly. )
“ That’s for when I’m not here, so you can get in touch with me. Physics? I’ve never been very good at that, but I’m sure I can try to help. “
(he grins a little as he notices she’s still blushing, so he just takes another drink of his coffee, finishing it off before he drops the cup into the waste bin. he looks over, & smiles a little. he’s never really noticed how wonderful she looks with her hair done properly — then again, she looks wonderful all the time. )
” Um — the nice kind. I like chocolate eclairs, & that’s about it. What about you? So I know, for the next time we meet. “
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{he could probably lose his job for this. what deputy gave a teenage girl his phone number? lydia wasn’t going to complain though, oh no. his number was probably the best thing that she has gotten all day.}
❝ – Can I enter you as Jordan in my phone now? And really, I just want your company.❞
{she is disappointed to reach the bottom of her cup and so with a reluctant sigh, she tosses it into the trash can, looking at him out of the corner of her eye.}
❝ – Or I could tell you on the way to the coffee shop now. ❞