.::P U R E::. [Summer Romance Role Play]

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Griffin smiled, despite his disdain in big trucks. He shrugged it off, not wanting to come off as sour. "Sounds like fun!" He followed Layla, almost tasting the Mexican food he was about to eat.

[-Ahhh, don't worry about it. I'm being extremely sow myself. xD-]

Layla opened the passenger side, indicating for Griffin to get in. She hurried over to the drivers side, and jumped in, nodding to Griffin. "Now, what music do you like? I have tons of stuff on my ipod, or we can just turn the radio on." Layla sarted the engine, waiting for Griff's answer.

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Griffin was impressed that Layla opened the door for him, and wished he could had done the same for her. He climbed in and buckled up, feeling limited to what he could do as he was in another person's vehicle and not his own. Looking over to her, Grif thought of some music that he and Layla would both enjoy. "Hmm, well, it all depends on what you'd like to hear. Throw out some ideas and we can decide together."

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Layla grinned. "Hey, don't be shy. You can search my ipod for songs of your taste, or control the radio. Seriously, I don't care. ANd whatever song you put on, I'll probably like, or atleast not mind it." She nods, indicating for him to go ahead and do whatever. Tapping on her GPS, she searches for the nearest Mexican Place. Good, around ten or so miles. She sets the GPS on the track, and waits for the first direction.
((Gtg eat, I'll be right back!))

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Griffin wanted to argue that he wasn't shy, but he knew he'd be lying if he said he weren't. "How about I just put your iPod on shuffle?" He peered at the GPS screen and saw that the restaurant was about ten miles away. Wondering what Layla's driving was like, he grabbed her iPod tentatively and put it on shuffle.

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Layla nodded, glancing at him as he put it on shuffle. The first song that came on was Monster, by Skillet. Nearing a gas station, Layla pulled in smoothly, glancing again at Griffin. "Let me just get some gas, then we're on our way to Mexican food!" She grinned, giving the worker her credit card. Normally, she would have hopped out and done it herself, but the worker was there right away, so she simply stayed in the car and let him do his job.

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Tapping his fingers on his lap along to the song, Griffin nodded. "Sounds good to me." His mouth watered at the thought of the tortilla chips and queso. Not wanting there to be a lot of silence, Grif decided to start a conversation that wouldn't end in a few sentences. "So, what's your favorite sort of Mexican food? Quesadillas, tacos...?"

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Layla grins. "Burritos, quesadillas, and chips with guacmole!" These are her favorites. "Anything really! What about you? Oh, and this is sort of off-topic, but do you have any pets?"

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"I agree, anything Mexican is awesome." He nodded. "I have to say beef burritos with no salsa on top, but queso. It's amazingly good." He couldn't wait to order it. "Hey, maybe you can try it or something." He scratched his head and looked out the window before looking back at Layla. "Pets? Well, I used to have a dog." He smiled, remembering the little rascal. "But I let my sister have him. I didn't know if I was allowed to bring him here." His heart sunk, wishing he could see his boy again. "How about you?"

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Layla smiled sadly. "No. I did have a mutt when I was younger...She was the sweetest thing. She dies of old age, though, a few years back. I've been thinking of getting another dog." She smiled, thinking of her old dog, Riley. She had been a real sweetie. Soon she's done filling up her tank, and drives out of the gas station, on the road once more to the Mexican resteraunt, called 'El Rosa.'

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"I feel sorry for you." Griffin meant it; he had once lost a dog when he was younger. He looked down in his lap, not wanting to remember. "Another dog? That sounds great! What kind of breed are you thinking of?" As Layla drove out of the station, Grif grew anxious. He stomach rumbled and all he could think about was the food he was about to eat.