"Hey, hey, Balfour, what's the rush? Nolan's here too, right? You gotta hear what Ivy thinks herself. Maybe she wants to stay."
Balfour's face was a mask of ice. "She said she's tired."
If she's tired, what's there to discuss? Getting some rest is the main thing.
Mara kept interfering, and Ivy knew exactly what she meant.
She didn't want to drag these people back to her apartment - that was her sanctuary, her quiet place.
"If Ms. Lewis is so keen on this dinner, then let's go eat outside the studios, and after we're done, I'll head back to rest."
The two men seemed reluctant, but Mara clapped her hands in agreement.
"That's the spirit! Tired or not, a proper meal is a must. It'll help Ivy's ankle heal quicker too!"
And so it was settled, and they all prepared to head out.
Balfour and Nolan flanked Ivy on either side, while Mara took the lead.
"What's this all about? You guys watching me like hawks - I can barely use my crutches."
Ivy stopped, exasperated, but Balfour saw an opportunity and asked, "You don't need them, then? Shall I carry you?"
But at the sight of Ivy's rejecting gaze, Balfour's outstretched hand retracted.
Nolan, who had never seen Ivy use crutches before, felt his heart twist in sympathy.
His brows furrowed, and his usually composed face etched with concern for Ivy.
"Using crutches must be so hard. If you don't want Balfour's help, I could carry you instead?"
Balfour bristled at Nolan's offer.
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