Khalida smiles and kisses him back, stepping in closer.

Layla puts a finger up in a determined stance. “I shall change that. Here, how about we have a competition? I’ll teach you everything I know, and at the end of the day we’ll compete against each other, and the crowd will be our judge. Sound good?”

Sorcha sighs sadly and goes to the gym. She puts away everything from their date and rips into the bags with a war cry.