Ivy stood before the mirror and looked at herself, stroking the fabric of navy jeans covering tightly her thighs. She bit her lip, thinking how much she have changed lately. Her strange relationship with Sam worried her. The fact, that she caught herself thinking about him once or twice or a dozen times. That she was excited to see him, when actually it happened rarely and was mostly caused by her helping him in some cases. Those were nothing but business meetings, she knew, yet she wanted to look good. She wanted to be more of a woman, than just sexless celestial being. She took care of her vessel. Like now.
Early morning, she was supposed to meet Sam in an hour, yet she already woke up, drank her usual cup of bitter coffee, showered, got her hair done up and dressed. She bit her lip harder and small amount of blood came out of the corner of her mouth. She wiped it of carefully, so it won't stain her plaid shirt. Yes, plaid. Without her notice she began to dress similar to Sam. But the bleeding was caused by something more. She barely could look in her own eyes, feeling guilty of how she sneaked through his dreams to see Jessica. Sam's the most important one. So she tried to give a hint of her reminiscence in her own looks. No one could probably tell, but she knew. And she felt bad about it. She was worried.
Ivy gulped and nervously smoothed her hair. Suddenly she heard him through the chatter. Her head turned a bit while she was listening and unconsciously smile appeared on her lips. He was there earlier.