[quote="Rikasha21"]<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000040"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Ivy Belmonte</span></span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1155.photobucket.com/albums/p543/Rikasha16/8e99f2f2-631a-4693-9107-697a5e177088.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Ivy had walked around in high heels for long periods of time before, okay well maybe not all the way to her house but it could happen if she had to. Thankfully he was an understanding guy that was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, it was sweet that he would take her home though she wouldn't say it to be serious, more playfully than anything thing. As soon as he turned on the radio she relaxed in the car and closed her eyes, just enjoying the sounds of the music. When he spoke she chuckled and looked his way.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"No it's fine really I like this type of music. Also try not to get into stereotypes, just because I look and act this way doesn't mean I enjoy rock and heavy metal."</span>she said with a soft smile. Truth be told she liked a handful but not a major of the music but not much to be considered a rocker, she had a versatile taste in music so as long as it sounded good to her she would listen to it no matter what genre it belonged to.<br/><br/><span style="color: #000040">"I live in Appletons, it's the fifth one on the left so it's not hard to find."</span>She was just happy to be away from work and heading home to get some rest. Well she wouldn't rest just yet if she could get this innocent faced man into her home. Once he pulled up she thanked him and got out of the car.<span style="color: #000040">"Thank you for the ride, I wouldn't want you to leave with out something to eat or whatever so how about you come in and I fix you something or you can have some water. Don't worry it's not a date it's just me showing you that I can be a sweetheart if you let me. Consider it a thank you for the conversation and taking me home."</span>Ivy could cook believe it or not, she was of Italian origin and her last name made that clear enough so the woman knew her food. Plus it would be nice to cook for someone else to see what their opinion was. She always figured she was good since her daughter enjoyed the food so much.