“[i]Man[/i] I'm hungry. Why am I still talking out loud? You know what, I don’t give a crap. I’m done with love, done with guys, done with [i]life[/i],” Winter sighs, frowning. “I need to get a haircut.”

Ivy shrugs. “I'd like to take a look around, and who better of a tour guide than the host of the owner, who happens to be my boyfriend?” She smiles.