"Oh wow. Didn't think you'd remember, it was so long ago. It's been pretty crazy since you left, if you haven't noticed. You still have that match you promised me, remember?" Ivy teases Arthur, lightly punching his arm. "Jacob, Eagle-Arthur and I crossed paths on the streets when we were both young and I was still kinda street fresh. I uh got into a little trouble and Arthur helped me out. When he said I wasn't good enough for the real world, and he called me a 'kid' even though we're the same age! Anyway to prove him wrong I kinda hustled Arthur in a game of BlackJack, and Arthur was such a sore loser that he raided my winnings while I slept. I insisted that he wouldn't have been able to if I wasn't sick, and he promised me we'd have a fair street fight, quite the oxymoron, actually. We ended up splitting the spoils and we understood each other about being in the system and being young and on the streets. He told me stories about this place that sounded made up but the way he talked about it part of me wanted to believe that people so different in any possible way could work and live together. We were kinda partners in crime, when he got adopted." She laughs lightly. "It really is a small world." So small your first crush is your boyfriend's adopted brother, no biggie. Note to self: question mother for creative torture methods and reason for said torture.
