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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗡𝖨𝗡𝗘 - Embrace for impact
"𝗦𝖮𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗚𝗘𝗧𝗗𝗥𝗨𝗡𝗞, 𝗦𝖮𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗪𝗘𝗦𝗠𝖮𝗞𝗘𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗗," Rory vocalized obnoxiously, turning up the volume on Aisha's vehicle, "we're just having fun, we don't care who sees."
Aisha briefly took her orifices off the active boulevard and looked over at her best friend in the passenger seat, smiling at her escapades. The Robinson girl couldn't suppress her hankering for this regional song no matter how hard she tried.
Rory delayed her gush of verses and waited for Aisha to belt out her favorite part of the chorus. When it didn't come she took the liberty of unpleasantly dancing in her seat trying to compel a melodic testament from her lips.
When it finally came, they both couldn't stop the enormous grins that arose on their faces, "So what we go out, that's how it's supposed to be."
"𝗟𝖨𝗩𝖨𝗡𝗚𝗬𝖮𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗪𝖨𝗟𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗙𝗥𝗘𝗘,"
unfortunately for them, the tremor of Rory's phone interrupted the leisured harmony, effectively plundering their ecstatic disposition. "I'm sorry," The Cromwell girl apologized, unplugging her device from the aux, "it's Miguel."
"What did he say?"
Rory unlocked her phone, reading over the succinct text, biting the inside of her cheek, "He wants to meet up later," Aisha raised her brows suggestively, a smirk creeping up on the margins of her ample exterior, "to do what exactly?"
"Not anything you're thinking," Rory rolled her eyes, trying to shape a stoic expression while looking back down at her device, "He keeps on insisting that I check out this so-called dojo of his,"
"you mean Cobra Kai?" Aisha inquired, tilting her head to the side, turning down Sunset avenu. "What?" Her eyes went wide as she shrunk down in the leather-clad seat, "H-He's in cobra kai?" She sputtered shakily, nipping her palms.
The dread she felt in regards to Aisha's utterance was like a living force that crept over her like some hungry beast, immobilizing her brain, holding her captive. "Yeah," The Robinson girl drawled out gradually, not missing the tremor in Rory's voice, "we both are,"
"Uh, since when?"
Aisha drummed her fingers on the steering wheel, "maybe about a week ago," She disclosed, pulling into the five guys drive-through, "I saw an online advertisement about the dojo the day before and it piqued my interest,"
