Jim and Ivy
Of all the things she's thought that she'd find when she came here, a snowstorm wasn't one of them. Ivy wasn't a stranger to heavy snow, she was a New Yorker, after all but snow on a tropical island? That made little to no sense. She'd been at the community center since yesterday when Barry had shown up and brought her here. It was the quickest trip she'd ever taken anywhere and a lot safer than some cab rides she'd been on.
After breakfast she was trying to find something to do and noticed someone standing by the shelf that held the games. Maybe she could convince him to play Scrabble, she thought and headed in that direction, stopping next to him. "If you're interested, I've been wanting to play Scrabble," she said to the man standing there.