But Tilda didn't seem particularly interested in Lyndon, remaining composed and reserved during their encounter.

Lyndon brushed Ivy's hand away and whispered, "What is going on?"

With a bashful smile, Ivy inquired, "Hey Lyndon, can you hang out tomorrow? I want to treat you to a meal."

"I'm afraid I can't make it," Lyndon replied.

“How about the day after tomorrow?" Ivy inquired once more.