Ivy felt someone's presence near her. She didn't need to look up to find who it was. She could sense a hostile presence around her.
"I am not sharing anything with you, "Ivy said without even looking up.
"Alcoholic, "He said.
"Who are you calling Alcoholic?" Ivy asked looking up. Just because she was not saying anything to him did not mean he could do anything as he pleased.
Ronan pointed his finger at her, "You."
Ivy said, self righteously, "One won't become what she is not if you call them names."
"You are a weirdo, do you know that?" Ronan told her.
Ivy said, looking at him, "Anamoly. You should work on your vocabulary."
Ronan muttered, "Says the alcoholic."
Ivy didn't react. He was just irritating her so she didn't give him what he wanted.
Ronan said after a while, "You have something of me."
Ivy looked into her hand bag and found nothing. "Nothing!"
He said in a sarcastic tone, "How cute!"
Ivy told him, "Dogs and cats are cute."
