Eden just smiles, shaking her head fondly. It doesn't surprise her in the least that this would be the case. Lily's the kind of girl who knows the best places to go and whom people always let in. It's not something Eden's ever had to worry about, though. She was only eighteen when she arrived in Los Angeles, but no one ever turned her away and no one cared what it said on her driver's license; she had her ways around all that. Now, she supposes, she still does.
Somewhere small, somewhere Lily's picked, sounds perfect. "I like the sound of that," she says. She grabs a purse, a wristlet big enough to hold money and ID and her phone but not to get in her way, and heads toward the door. Holding it for Lily, she gestures to the hall with a flourish. "After you."
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Somewhere small, somewhere Lily's picked, sounds perfect. "I like the sound of that," she says. She grabs a purse, a wristlet big enough to hold money and ID and her phone but not to get in her way, and heads toward the door. Holding it for Lily, she gestures to the hall with a flourish. "After you."