{ 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 could lose his job, yes, but he’s sure that lydia has the sheriff’s number, just in case stiles goes wondering off again, so it’s basically the same thing, right? he can’t say that he regrets giving her it, though, because he doesn’t, he’s got no reason to. )
” Sure. Well, aren’t you lucky, that I’m great company? “
( he can sense the disappointment on her, & it almost makes him frown, but then she’s suggesting another trip to the coffee shop, & hes standing, a hand being held out for her to take — purely to help her stand, of course. )
” Absolutely, I could do with another coffee, actually. “
▉ ▊ ▋♔♔ ▉ ▊ ▋
{ a small smile plays on her lips at his words. she will definitely be programming his number into her phone now. lydia will accept anything– even if they just end up being platonic friends. }
❝ – The luckiest girl in the world really. ❞
{she takes a moment to pack up her bag before looking at his hand and then taking it, squeezing it lightly before letting it drop when she is up. }
❝ – My car or your squad car ? What time do you have to be back ?❞