Scott told him he was a fucking idiot for going and meeting some chick he didn't even know to run with; but who was he to complain? His drummer was just as bad, picked up women just because they said they thought he was talented. Didn't even know their name. At least he had hers. He put on his running stuff as he finished his sandwich and made sure to grab a water bottle while he was at it; if the poor girl was as worked up as she said she was he was in for a long run (and that was the other thing, Scott thought he was a pussy for not wanting to sleep with her! Hey, he had no idea what she even looked like, he wasn't about to try and get in some invisible girl's pants, she was his internet friend!).
He taken a drink of his water bottle so it was nearly half empty by the time he was walking up to the girl that he assumed, apparently, was Lydia. Best to find out. "Lydia? Jason." He gave her a grin, she was really pretty, not necessarily his type, but still really pretty.