Winter smiles for a moment when she feels his hand slip into hers again. “Not to mention that it looks bad for pictures, and it hurts like hell. I don’t know what you’d wear. You seem like the woodsy bad boy type, but whatever speaks to you. Clothing is an expression of who you are. If someone were to be you for a week, what would they wear? Here, I’ll show you. Stay put, I’ll be right back.” She goes into the women’s section and comes back with three tops. She holds a ripped denim jacket and a camo shirt to her body. “Too badass.” She holds a flowery top to her body. “Too girly.” She holds the jacket and the flowery top together. “Perfect. Does that make sense?”

Ivy puffs some air. “I guess I might as well eat. I have nothing better to do.”