Ivy pulls over to the curb and puts it in park to let Arty out. “Do you have your phone on you? I want updates every time you hear something, you hear me?” Ivy says. She sounds kind, but a bit frantic, her fear reaching too high of a level to hide completely. 

“Ice or no?” Winter grabs another cup then sets hers down. She waits for his answer before she does anything. She sets his cup down and puts mint and sugar in her own. She stirs the mix as she waits for his answer.