Lydia's lips press together to keep from laughing, just for a second at his initial response, before she collects herself and apologizes. "Sorry, I didn't mean to...I didn't notice you were taking a drink," she says honestly. She would've waited a few seconds so that he didn't choke on his Coke. Oh well, no harm done, she supposes, since he goes on talking.
A small smile crosses her lips and Lydia looks down. A moment later she looks back up again and she's nodding. Somehow, she'd rather him figure it out now than use her and figure it out later. Not that Lydia's never used someone to try to get over someone else. She had a veritable parade of boys in her bed when Jackson left for London and hadn't ever called. Now, she knows, there was more to it than him just moving on from her and Beacon Hills, but it learning that didn't make it hurt any less in retrospect. She'd used sex to try to distract herself from the world around her; she wouldn't have been able to fault Baby for doing the same thing, with her, if they'd gone to bed. Hell, she likes him well enough for a first meeting, but she hardly knows him. To some degree, she'd have been using him, too, and Lydia doesn't like being a hypocrite.
"I get it, I've been there, too," she says. "And thank you, for the record. If you ever change your mind or you end up over the someone...you know where to find me," she adds gently. It's an open invitation because of course she's attracted to him, but Lydia Martin does not beg nor does she wait around. If Baby's interested later and she's still unattached, they can revisit this. If not, then oh well. It isn't the end of the world for her and she thinks it probably won't be for him, either.
Lydia shakes her head and lifts a hand to beckon the waiter. "We can split it," she counters. It's not really a date, anymore, she thinks. They've moved past date and onto two people just hanging out. There's no reason for him to have to pay her way. "Friends split the bill," she tacks on with a wink.
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A small smile crosses her lips and Lydia looks down. A moment later she looks back up again and she's nodding. Somehow, she'd rather him figure it out now than use her and figure it out later. Not that Lydia's never used someone to try to get over someone else. She had a veritable parade of boys in her bed when Jackson left for London and hadn't ever called. Now, she knows, there was more to it than him just moving on from her and Beacon Hills, but it learning that didn't make it hurt any less in retrospect. She'd used sex to try to distract herself from the world around her; she wouldn't have been able to fault Baby for doing the same thing, with her, if they'd gone to bed. Hell, she likes him well enough for a first meeting, but she hardly knows him. To some degree, she'd have been using him, too, and Lydia doesn't like being a hypocrite.
"I get it, I've been there, too," she says. "And thank you, for the record. If you ever change your mind or you end up over the someone...you know where to find me," she adds gently. It's an open invitation because of course she's attracted to him, but Lydia Martin does not beg nor does she wait around. If Baby's interested later and she's still unattached, they can revisit this. If not, then oh well. It isn't the end of the world for her and she thinks it probably won't be for him, either.
Lydia shakes her head and lifts a hand to beckon the waiter. "We can split it," she counters. It's not really a date, anymore, she thinks. They've moved past date and onto two people just hanging out. There's no reason for him to have to pay her way. "Friends split the bill," she tacks on with a wink.