Moonlight spilled like water, and the air was thick with the scent of flowers.
A night like this, beneath the moon and among the flowers, was meant for sweet nothings and intimate moments.
Jensen Morrison was no fool; he certainly wasn't going to start an argument with Ivy Holden at a time like this. 'Besides,' he thought, 'it's not a big deal if the little fool wants to trust Diana Morgan. I'll just have to be extra vigilant on her behalf.'
"Alright, it's getting late. We should get some rest," Jensen Morrison said, draping an arm over her shoulder and picking up the pace.
"Hey, where did you go during dinner?" Ivy Holden asked, nudging Jensen Morrison with her elbow.
"I went to see a friend," Jensen Morrison said evasively.
"What friend?"
"A classmate from my time at The Atherton School of Music. He's coming to visit the set tomorrow. You'll get to meet him then."
"Oh, okay." Ivy Holden nodded.
"What, are you in a bad mood because I didn't have dinner with you?"
