Winter fist pumps and the cheese dissipates. [b]’I did tell him you love cheese.’[/b] ‘Tell-?’ Winter’s eyes widen and she blushes when she realizes what Bast is talking about. She closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. ‘My gods, Bast.’ She smiles at Charlie and helps him up. “Just out of curiosity... you said I’m better than you thought, what did you think I was? Some weakling celebrity that can’t defend herself?”

Ivy smiles. “Good. Thank you, love. We’ll meet my friends there.” She takes out her phone and makes a couple of calls, saying to meet her at the gardens on Sixth in the Upper East Side.