Blake had a nice smile, but he was a little too polished for Ivy’s taste. Too done up. Then again, did she even have a type after this long?
“Ivy?”
Abby had that look about her. Thatc’mon, live a little, please don’t mess this uplook.
“Sure, I guess.”
Abby’s eyes brightened as Blake pulled a quarter out of his pocket. He rested it on the back of his thumb, lowered his arm a little as he prepared to flip it.
“You call it.”
“Wait,” Ivy said.
Abby shot her a sidelong look.
Thatlook again.
Ivy smirked.
“How about this... we don’t flip the coin once, but three times. You pick a combination of three results, and I will, too. Whoever’s sequence comes up first wins, the loser buys the round.”
“Ivy, let’s just flip—”
“No.” Blake beamed. “I like this. Tony, you have a pen?”
Tony passed him one and Blake grabbed a coaster.
“I’ll go first: heads, tails, heads. Your turn.”
Ivy wrote down “T-H-H.”
“You wanna flip or me?”
“You can.”
The game played out exactly as Ivy expected: eight total flips later, her sequence appeared.
“Alright, you win. Tony, grab a round.” Blake pointed at Ivy playfully. “Let’s go again. This time, I choose heads, tails, tails.”
Ivy wrote down “T-T-H.”
It only took six flips this time.
“My God, you’re lucky. Again!” Tony returned with the drinks and Blake told him to grab two more. “I’m picking the same that you just did.” There was a gleam in his eyes, as if he thought he had her. Broke the code. “Tails, tails, heads.”
Ivy countered with “H-T-H.”
She won again.
And again.
Ivy was having fun with this. She quickly downed two drinks, paced herself on the third.
“This is insane—I’m gonna go broke playing with you. What do you do, Ivy?”
Ivy chuckled. She was enjoying herself. Realized that she hadn’t thought of Zeke, her father, or her work for the better part of an hour.
“I work at a beauty parlor.”
