Ivy Holden was standing by the road, head down, using her phone to hail a ride when she heard a HONK. She looked up and saw Jensen Morrison's blue BMW.
"Where to? I'll give you a ride," said Jensen Morrison.
"You just got here. Aren't you even going to come inside before you leave?"
"I was just passing by and wanted to see the old man, but I just called. Mrs. Landis said he's asleep, so I won't go in."
"You call her Mrs. Landis?"
"Yeah."
"I call her Auntie Orchid, and you call her Mrs. Landis?!"
"..." Jensen Morrison turned his head and gave Ivy Holden a bewitching smile. "Call me 'uncle.'"
Ivy Holden chuckled, pulling out her phone. "I'll just call my dad and see what he thinks about that..."
"I was wrong." Jensen Morrison snatched the phone from Ivy Holden's hand.
Ivy Holden shot Morrison a look and then ignored him.
"Home?" Jensen Morrison asked, handing the phone back.
"To Nathan Rowan's place."
