When Yolanda nodded Baylen grinned wider, pleased she was down to play the ridiculous game with him and get to know him a bit. Hopefully he would see if she was the kind of girl that just looked the part or really was simply bad ass. But her look, her style, it wasn't forced and it seemed genuine to him. Her honesty with who she was was probably what truly intrigued him. 

"OK, since you probably hate this shit more than I do, I'll go first. Let me think of two truths and a lie." He paused for a moment, thinking about his life and what his statements would be. He also thought of how he could segue this orientation activity into seeing if she would be down to help him out, or at least keep his secrets. He looked around the beach, hoping to catch Gwen's eye and give her a smile, making sure she knew he was still looking to spend time with her. He looked back to Yolanda, still thinking to himself, and quietly stared in to her dark orbs for a moment searching for her pupils, which seemed to be lost in a sea of darkness. Finally he straightened himself and said "Alright I got my statements. Good luck, because I'm a good liar." He cleared his throat. "OK, first, my parents run a Fortune 500 company and make mega-bucks. Two, I speak fluent French. And three, my favored vice is alcohol." He let his smile drop to just a small one, keeping his facial expressions toned as she made her decision on which two were true of him and which one was false.