robbie: hey babes

robbie: how many shots would i have to buy you to get you to come and pick my dumbass up

                                         did it look THAT obvious that lydia didn’t belong at a surf shop ?? her skin was smooth porcelain frightened of the sun patching it with burns. not to mention, she wasn’t roaming around saying ‘  bruh, ’ - or there just for the latest insta photo like most of the younger crowd hanging around were. “ oh CJ ... thank god.. ”  spotting the working woman, lydia had almost turned and left. learning to surf ?? sounded like such a rough hobby for lydia to tackle... yet the woman was stubborn, not one to live in fear over such things. spontaneity was bait over this topic. - still, the question of  ‘ WHY ‘  was at her frontal lobe. “ too late to bail ? ”  the woman gave a nervous grin, half-jokinly.