"Yeah right. In my fifteen years of life, I've never seen a guy initiate or agree to so much ballroom dancing unless there's someone," Ivy smiles at him, then sighs and gets up. "Alright I get it. I'll let it go, I'm sorry," she hugs him, then leans down. "They're lucky, whoever they are," she whispers. "Uh let's see..", she goes to sit down.