Ivy looks up at him, every part of her fighting with another. When she looks in his eyes, she feel anger, joy, resentment, peace, confusion, freedom. “I’m sorry. I-I can’t,” she whispers. The pain in her eyes was evidence enough. She pauses. “You [i]spied[/i] on me? You do know that although that was sweet that’s considered stalking and therefore illegal.”

Winter trains her eyes on his and smiles. “It’s something.” When they reach the elevator, she laughs lightly when he inspects it. “It’s called an elevator it can take you to any level in the building that you want. This is the ‘call button’,” she explains, pressing the down button. “You press the up arrow if you want to go up levels, and the same for the down button. The light that matches the call button will flash on the elevator that’s ready to take you when it’s not somewhere else in the hotel.” She points to the lights. “They usually make a sound.”