Much to Ivy's surprise, Harry bought her ticket along with his. When he handed her one of the tickets, she blushed, to which he grinned at. Ivy wasn't used to people being kind to her, let alone buying her things.
Ivy and Harry got on the train, and searched untill they found two empty seats next to each other. As they both sat down, Harry turned to Ivy and said, "You know, this is the first time we have done something outside of the coffee shop together.
"Well, there was that time when you chased me halfway down the sidewalk," Ivy replied wittely, smirking.
"Yeah, but we came from there and then went back after," Harry recalled the memory that hadn't even seemed that long ago.
"Yeah, but we were still outside of the coffee shop." Ivy shot back.
Harry chuckled, shaking his head, "Okay, okay, you got me there. What's your sister's name?" He asked.
"Stella," Ivy groaned, sinking into her seat and turning to look out the window, indicationg she did not want to talk about her.
But Harry wanted to know why she always froze up when he even mentions the word family, he felt like he had a right to know about her, he was going to her wedding, after all.
"How old is she?" Harry questioned her, trying to find out more about the person's wedding he was attending, whether she wanted to talk about it or not.
"I don't know, maybe 24?" Ivy answered. She thought it was sad, how she didn't even know her own sister's age.
Harry hesitated before speaking again, he needed to know. In order to understand Ivy as a person more, he needed to know about her family and why she tried so hard to avoid anything that reminds her of them.
"Why don't you talk about your family?" He spoke slowly.
Ivy turned to look at him, taking in a deep breath before speaking,
"Trust me, you'll understand once we get there," she sighed, and turned back to the window.
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