Ivy Holden took Chanel Morrison back to her small apartment. On her way upstairs, she stopped by 1502 to grab some food.
Opening the door, Ivy Holden saw the pair of leather shoes at the entrance and couldn't help but sigh.
"We have company?" Chanel Morrison smiled knowingly.
"Jensen Morrison!" Ivy Holden shouted, leaning against the apartment door.
"What is it? Why are you shouting... Oh, you didn't tell me you were bringing a friend over." Jensen Morrison emerged from the kitchen in loungewear, holding two glasses of warm milk.
"Would you mind going back to your own place?" Ivy Holden said with a sigh of resignation.
"You two head over to my place first. Just let yourselves in." Jensen Morrison reached out and took the bag of food from Ivy Holden's hands.
Ivy Holden couldn't be bothered to argue with him, so she simply turned and opened Jensen Morrison's door with the passcode.
"Wow," Chanel Morrison said in awe as she stepped inside. "This place is incredible! I love it."
