Winter raises an eyebrow. "Fine by me, but neither of you can expect me to trust you when I've barely known you, and I don't know anything about who you are, meaning how the hell you got to be the way you are. I'm sorry if I'm a touch frustrated when you just bounce in here and expect me to divulge important information, which, by the way, you haven't even reciprocated, all because you happen to be a childhood bestie of the guy I'm having lunch with, whom while I've come to know pretty well, I'm not a person that takes things at face value. Oh, and one more thing, it's not a date. My mistake, thinking it could've been." Winter pays the ticket and gets up. "I should have the music and art finished by next Thursday. Meet me at the studio then." 'Oh no she didn't. Dang woman you called her dynamite.' Winter turns away to hide the tears blooming in her eyes. She hated doing that, but Winter had learned her lesson. Anyone who acted like that, could not be trusted.
Ivy smiles. "I like to be with you, too." She starts to sing Stay by Sam Smith.