Elowen

"Wait, back the actual fuck up," Ivy said, her eyes nearly popping out of her skull as she slammed a fresh stack of cardboard pizza boxes down onto the stainless steel prep table. "Are you seriously telling me you didn't know? Like, at all? You’ve been attending this university for a whole week and you had absolutely no clue that Zephyr is the literal Ice King of Belmont University?"

I blinked, holding a plastic squirt bottle of marinara sauce suspended in mid-air above a raw dough circle. "The Ice King? Ivy, what the hell are you even talking about? He’s just... a guy. An arrogant, infuriating jerk who happens...