“Are you going to stand there all day?” a voice calls. I look up to see Ivy leaning out her now-open window. “Maybe,” I call back, my pulse picking up at the lilt in her voice. She sounds happy to see me. “Still deciding.” “Okay,” she says, crossing her arms over the windowsill. “Keep me posted.” “I will.” I reach into my pocket and hold up the box I bought on the way over. “I brought you something.” “Are those Sugar Babies?” she asks. “They are.” She smiles, and even from a distance it lights up her whole face. “That’s your only move, huh?” “Pretty much,” I admit. “It’s a good one,” she says.
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