Though Riley wasn't the most feminine girl - she liked whiskey without the sour and sweating in the gym - she loved a good compliment. Letting out a little coo, she flushed slightly in embarrassment. "You think so?" she asked, pushing a fringe of hair from her face like an awkward high schooler. "Well I trust your opinion, so thanks." At the mention of Lia's old hairstyle, she laughed. "Oh my God, really? I bet it looked awesome, though." Lia looked like the sort of woman that could carry any look beautifully.
Her surprise made her laugh, swallowing a gulp of juice. "Mmmhmmm," she murmured as she swallowed, putting the glass down with a grin. "Uhhhhhh four years?" she asked, scratching her head. "That sounds right...yeah, four years." Laughing, she shook her head. "Time really flies, sometimes I don't even know when I am." With another giggle, she took a sip of her drink.
"What about you? What is it you do?" The woman looked familiar for some reason, but Riley just couldn't place her.