#c:cricket

"So, happy new year, babe." Marisol said bright smile on her face as she sat down and grabbed the brunch menu, excited to see her friend as well as having this bit of luxury which she rarely allowed herself. "Okay, first things first how was your new year?"

Backpack of supplies, heart beating a little faster than normal when she got the text from Cricket asking for some assistance— she was worried. Not that Lydia wasn't friendly, or didn't extend her knowledge, she made it pretty clear outside the hospital she was no one's caretaker but her dogs. So it took a lot for someone to ask her for help. Her knuckles hit the door in a few strokes and she steps back to wait for Cricket to answer, fingers playing with a loose string on her duffle bag.

location: somewhere inside

"Oh my gosh." Lydia gasps, a smile on her face as she takes Cricket in, motioning for the other to do a little spin for her. "I love that shade of green, it compliments you so well." She smiles, fingers lacing together, the joy of creativity and being surrounded by it flowing through her. It was probably the most herself Lydia had felt in months, and maybe that should be a sign to herself, one she will drive past.

"Are you having a good time so far?"