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 [i]who you are[/i], 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, [i]it's not a date.[/i] 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." [b]'Oh no she didn't. Dang woman [i]you[/i] called [i]her[/i] dynamite.'[/b] 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 [i]that[/i], [i]could not be trusted.[/i]

Ivy smiles. "I like to be with you, too." She starts to sing Stay by Sam Smith.