"So, how was the movie date?" Ivy asks the moment I sit down.
"It was–uh–okay," I reply. "I enjoyed the movie quite a lot."
"And may I ask who your date was?"
"It's a guy from my Photography class," I reply.
"Does he have a name or is it a secret?" Ivy laughs.
"Dave, his name is Dave."
"Dave Wellington?" Ivy asks, looking up from her notes.
"Um, I am not sure of his last name."
"Hmmm, is he tall, has brown well-kept hair, and has a vibe you cannot put your finger on?" Ivy adds.
"I am not sure we are talking about the same Dave here," I say.
"Is this him? Ivy inquires, showing me a picture on IG.
"Yeah, do you know him?"
"Kinda," she says, "We went to high school together."
"What's with the tone?"
"Well, I am not sure how he is now, but he was very controlling back in the day," Ivy states.
"What do you mean?"
