When he said to put it on her tab, she slipped the twenty dollar bill back into her strap and her brows quirked upward. Nothing wrong with a handsome guy buying her breakfast, right? As he offered her hand, taking his, she smiled. "Trista... on and off resident, originally from Santa Monica." That smile of hers curled more-so across her lips and those big brown eyes scanned his face. "So Landon, what brings you to Lake Flannery? Besides of course, the prospect of buying the California Girl some breakfast." There was always flirtation in her voice, but today there was a little bit more. Somehow she seemed even more confident with herself when she knew she didn't look her best. She had no make-up on, her hair was simply pulled back in a ponytail and she was pretty much in scrubs. Not to mention she had just run several miles.