Drabble #1 - Calm
"I can't believe you did that." Layla El said to her boyfriend over the phone.
"What are you talking about, Lay?" She swore she could hear the grin in his voice.
"You spit in his face, Christian. How can you be so calm about this? I'd be freaking out about Randy Orton wanting my head on a platter."
"I'm the champ, babe. I have nothing to worry about except grabbing the next flight that leads me into your arms."
Layla blushed, "Oh, Christian."
Next drabble will be called Cold