To be honest, Issac Sutton didn't want to see James Zimmers, either. It wasn't that he felt awkward—he was just pissed! The sight of the man made him want to charge over and punch him.
"Let's go." Ivy Holden wasn't happy either, but she didn't want to start a conflict with anyone here.
Sometimes, you choose not to stoop to fighting a dog, not because you can't win, but simply because you're not in the mood.
The weather was too nice, and her mood was too good; she just didn't want to ruin it.
"Ivy Holden!" James Zimmers didn't know why he'd shouted her name. He just blurted it out the moment he saw her turn to leave.
Ivy Holden stopped in her tracks and turned around. "Is there something you need?"
"I enrolled in your father's advanced studies program. I thought I might see him at registration today..."
"The lead professor is only responsible for teaching, not for new student registration," Ivy Holden said calmly.
