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Lindy pursed her lips at the mention of Casablanca. She knew her husband was romantic, but sometimes she still found herself pleasantly floored at just how romantic he could be. Lindy could never get tired of it, either. “Well, you know I could never turn down a drive in,” she mused. “Any requests?” She asked, fleetingly as she stepped back into the dim hallway, tiptoeing towards their bedroom. Drive-ins were nice cause it could be romantic, but casual. So the outfits…well, she’d gone in jeans ( comfort ), skirts ( sometimes with devious intentions ), hell even sweats. Considering this was last-minute, she couldn’t decide as she flipped through her closet, so she threw various articles of clothing on their bed. “Help me,” she pouted.

1) Date box host, just because Lindy’s extra. 2) Dance-a-thon.

“Can you bake?” Lindy tied the back of her apron close to her hips. One thing she’d learned about baking growing up, was always have an apron on, no matter how easy or hard the recipe seemed to be. Flour was finicky like that. “I was thinking maybe one of us could do the measurements and then the other can assemble, easy peasy. What’s your favorite dessert?” She tilted her head, eyes bouncing at the various ingredients. The counter was big, full of opportunities. Even with her sweet tooth, she couldn’t quite decide what she was craving.

“A schedule,” Lindy’s tongue poked her cheek to conceal her laugh. “Well, just remember to take a breather, have some water, people go crazy for this, but it doesn’t mean you’re obligated to just ‘cause you live here. Last year, I didn’t do anything, but the dance, I think,” she shrugged as she reminisced. “I’m bustin’ your balls, Oliver, I know that,” she shook her head, a giggle bubbling from her chest. “I was actually on my way to buy some elephant ears, y’all want some? Could tell me about what you’re doing for your box since I’m not doing that this year.”

“Aw, thank you,” Lindy grinned over her shoulder at Sofie. “Ford said the same thing basically,” she let out a laugh as her eyes flickered over each inch of what she’d painted so far. It was a lot, but not enough. It wasn’t whole, but was any art piece ever quite finished? Turning to finally face her friend, booties clicked as she inched towards the bench and sat down. “Ooh, that’s cute,” her bottom lip stuck out. “I might do that. See, all it takes is a little dash of imagination,” Lindy murmured, smiling. She’d said it often while she worked at Disney and she tried to abide by it now. “So, how you liking it here, Sof? Feeling more settled in?” Lindy had met her just about a year ago, but it wasn’t up until months ago that she’d started spending more time with the woman.

“Beach is nice,” Lindy agreed as she backed away to get a better look at the wall. It was slowly coming together. Slowly, but surely. “Maybe I’ll do that. I just wasn’t sure since this is a coastal town, so that seems to be the theme for just about everything.” Crossing her arms, she turned towards Dominic. The man was basically like family – being that he was Diego’s best friend, Lindy had gotten to know him rather well. “Sorry, buddy, we’re hosting the thing, so I don’t have a box,” Lindy smirked. “I’ll try my best to put you with someone good, though.”

Lindy’s lip twitched slightly, emoting an emotion of…yikes. Was it the dance-a-thon? There were a couple of balls too, but she hadn’t heard anything about it. “I think,” her voice cracked as she let out a laugh. “Something like that, I don’t know, I honestly can’t keep up,” she admitted. The first day of Founder’s Week always wiped Lindy out, causing her to pout about how she just wanted to relax. Often times, though, she did find that she enjoyed the week—it was just the advertising that was most exhausting. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled at his mention of his girlfriend. “I mean, it’s all in good fun,” she teased. “Just as long as you don’t kiss nobody but her.

“Honestly?” Lindy looked towards Oliver before unscrewing the top of her water bottle, watching her son reach for it. “Probably the dance or whatever, is that cheesy?” Her nose wrinkled as if she’d just admitted that yes, she was rather disgusting when it came to romance. “Or any event that doesn’t seem so chaotic. Diego and I are hosting the date boxes, are you doing that?” An eyebrow quirked up curiously.

The sun was out and the town seemed to be buzzing with excitement ( or misery for certain residents ) with the upcoming Founder’s week. For Lindy, she didn’t quite mind. It got her out of the house and while she loved Ruben to bits, the time away from the house when she participated in various art projects was good for her soul. She had been asked by an organizer if she could create a mural, ‘something light and fun to look at, take pictures in front of’, for the event. Originally, Lindy wasn’t sure about it—people were known to sometimes deface buildings and while she could always pop up somewhere new, she wanted to be extra proud of this one. It was her first mural since before her son was born. ‘You can do it on the side of Deep, I’ll chase them down with a fishing rod if they try anything,’ Ford suggested when he overheard, and the rest was history. Lindy never bothered resisting a laugh at the mental image of that. “How long have you been standing there?” Lindy looked over her shoulder at the admirer as she placed the tray of red paint on the ground. It was starting to get dark, but when she was focused, she didn’t want to break it. “Tell me, what do you think is missing?” She stepped back with her hands on her hips, slowly inching towards the person who found her wall. “Beach, carnival, flowers… what would be unique, in your opinion? Something that stands out, that pops.”