Ricardo stretches. Checks his phone and yawns into his fist, looking unimpressed with what he finds there... or doesn't find. Still a general lack of interest into his booking, which gnaws at him more than he'd like to admit. He exhales and looks up when Alicia joins him, a small smile on her face. "Hola."

"Hola," she singsongs, resting her head on his shoulder. "How are you?"

"Fine," he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. "Just thinking. Or not. I'm not sure." She looks up at him and smiles a little, brushing her fingers over his jaw. "Thinking about what I should do until tonight's training session I guess."

She grips his hand, kisses his knuckles. "I have an idea," she says, a gleam in her eye that he's not sure if he likes or finds a little worrisome. Either way, he allows her to hoist him up and lead him away, a happy look on her face.

His questions are answered fast enough as he finds himself on a soccer field, a ball and cleats at his feet. She smiles at him and stretches her arms out over her head. "Now, let's play."

He blinks. Unsure what to think about this, tapping the ball with his foot a few times experimentally. "How much do you know about soccer?" he asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Not as much as you, clearly, but you can teach me, right?" She's barely finished speaking when the ball whips past her, into the net. She gapes at it, at him, and then rolls her eyes at the pleasure in his eyes. "Come on." Kicking the ball out, she tries to run it past him but he's good, even though he's rusty and with his various injuries and health issues. Blocks her every attempt, leaves her struggling just to defend whenever he decides to go for the net.

Eventually, she tries to put her entire body between him and the net, and he crashes into her, sending both of them to the ground. She gasps, then laughs breathily and he pauses, brushing the hair out of her eyes. "Damn. You ok, Alicia?" he asks, checking her over quickly for injuries.

"I'm fine," she says, rubbing his arms and leaning up to kiss him. "You seem better."

"I feel better," he admits. Being outside, with her, playing one of his favorite sports- something he could have gone pro with if not for his ankles both getting wrecked at such a young age- had eased some of the cobwebs out of his mind. Helped him to feel more at ease with things. I'm not sure how, but things will work out, he thinks, rubbing his nose against hers. "Thank you for this. I think I'll have to do this more often."

She smiles up at him. "I'm not very good at the game, but if you ever want to play against me again, just let me know."

He grins. Kisses her again. "I may take you up on that."

Some of his good feelings disappear when they return home to the news that Del Rio's been stripped of his GFW title, so soon after winning it. "Oh," he mumbles, not entirely surprised, but still feeling somewhat bad for his former friend. He considers reaching out, offering his condolences, but ultimately puts his phone down and sighs as Alicia slips her hand into his and squeezes. "I'm ok."

She nods. Rubs his knuckles soothingly. "Wanna make something special for lunch? I've been hungry for those Italian sloppy joes you showed me awhile ago."

He sits for a minute. Then nods. "Yeah, let's do that." She smiles and follows him into the kitchen as he tries again to distract himself, falling into a comfortable rhythm with her as they circle each other around the kitchen, preparing what they need for their meal.