Zack approached them, his hand dipped in his pocket as he flashed Ivy a slight smile.

Ivy chuckled, raising one eyebrow. "You know street fighting?" she asked incredulously, standing up from the lawn. "You are kidding, right?"

Zack's shoulders rose and fell in a careless shrug. "There's still so much you don't know about me, Ivy," he replied, his voice low and husky.

Ivy's brow furrowed, her expression turning thoughtful. The locked room filled with equipment flashed in her mind, and her curiosity piqued.

"What else are you hiding?" she asked, her voice laced with intrigue.

Zack's smile grew, his eyes darting in confusion. "As in?"

"Never mind." Ivy waved...