Lydia stiffens a little. Ronan. Not Jackson. Her stomach twists uncomfortably as she looks back at him. It's uncanny how much he looks like Jackson.

"Not here," she says, shaking her head. "Home." Her throat and mouth feel dry and she's not sure how exactly she's going to handle having this guy with Jackson's face around when Jackson was once her everything and she still misses him. She never talked about it, she probably never will...but she still misses him. Jackson was a very big part of her life and he just...left. No goodbye, no nothing, just left. With the lack of closure, it's been more difficult than she likes to admit and now seeing this guy around looking like his goddamned twin...

Lydia tucks her hair behind her ears and clears her throat. "Sorry, anyway. Ronan. I'm Lydia."