Ricardo watches as Alicia maneuvers around the ring. Training with someone he'd hooked her up with when she'd first started talking about getting back into the business. She moves pretty well for someone who hadn't wrestled in a couple of years, aims a punch at him, runs off the ropes, then downs him with a boot to the face that sends him sprawling, leaves him vulnerable for a pin attempt.
Ricardo taps the canvas, watching as Alicia smirks and rolls off of the guy she'd just beat, turning to face Ricardo. "How'd that look?"
"Good," he says. "You're definitely making good progress."
She rolls out of the ring and kisses him. "You're not just biased, are you?" she teases, Ricardo checking to make sure they're alone as she continues running her fingers through his hair, kissing him.
"No," he mumbles against her lips, "though if you keep kissing me like this, no one's going to believe that."
She giggles and squeezes his hand. "Let's go home," she says. "I'm hungry. And I want to do a little more practicing." She winks at him in a way that tells him she doesn't mean wrestling and he nods, allowing her to pull him out of the building once he's shut lights off and made sure everything's locked down and secure.
"Ma'am, yes, ma'am," he says with a laugh.