Post by Alexa Cole on Oct 15, 2011 14:06:22 GMT -5
Since Shockwave was around the corner in a mere forty eight hours, the time for the ACW stars to start voicing their opinions about their respective opponent is drawing to a close. For this promotion of the women’s match up the camera did not bring images of junkyards, zoos, parks, gyms, or beaches. Rather it brought to life a kitchen. It looked to be a professional kitchen lined with stainless steel appliances, dark cherry wood cabinets were topped with a dark counter of some sorts. The middle island matches that of the counters. Strewn across the counter tops were various measuring utensils and cups, stainless steel bowls of different sizes, rolling pin, and wooden cutting boards sprinkled with flour. Some with resting dough.
Alexa was dressed in black jeans that hugger her for and rose oh so low on her hips. The white short sleeved baby tee stopped just at the top of the dark material. Written across the white shirt was a breast cancer awareness slogan. Letter of pink and black advised the world in a block to ‘FIGHT LIKE A GIRL- Support breast cancer awareness.’ In the middle of the lettering were pink boxing gloves below a pink ribbon. Bi colored locks were tied back into a French braid, pink ribbon tied throughout.
A warm smile greeted the camera man and those who watched the promotion for the Atlanta bound show. Emerald hues sparkled behind dark brown lashes and liner. A ding drew Alexa’s attention from the camera momentarily, turning to face the oven. Along her bottom were two hand prints. She pulled out two nine inch round cake pans, placing them on the cooling rack by the icing and decorations. She moved back facing the camera. Slender, but strong, digits scooped up the measuring cup. She picked up the flour with the other and started to measure out what she needed.
“Unless you get the measurements just right, you will be left with a flat, bad tasting cake. No one wants that, now do they?”
Emerald gaze peeks over the rim of the glass measuring cup. Through the clear glass a grin formed.
“Though no one really can tell with finished cakes. The pretty smooth colored frosting with piped design hide the flaws. It also tantalizes the viewers of the cake. Everyone goes on and on about how lovely the cake is. So beautiful, it has to be good. All the while it is deceiving. When you finally get to enjoy the cake, the disgusting realization that salt has replaced the sugar it is to late.”
Alexa placed the measuring cup and flour down on the counter top.
“It’s ironic. That is exactly what happened with my opponent for this week at Shockwave in Georgia. Everyone is all about the cake. Protection, admiration, deception. Protection so the cake does not topple over or an imperfection of a fingerprint is hindered. Admiration of the work that has gone into making the cake what it is. Admiration of the exquisite delicate flowers or design. The deception that the whole package is everything that your mind has made it to be.”
Alexa gave an exacerbated sign and a shrug.
“I guess it is a good thing I don’t like cake. Though I still got caught up in the illusion. The illusion that someone that you have opened your home to. That your husband has made it a mission to protect and care for. Is actually what she seemed to be. You are no innocent little thing to protect. Carnage is a great baker.”
I mean, you even had me fooled. I thought that yes you were innocent. I even convinced myself that you needed the protection. When Carnage chose another path, I encouraged Devon to help you. Fool me once.”
Alexa rolled her hues slightly. She moved to the dough and started to kneed it once more.
“Then last week I said to myself, ‘Self, she has been part of a team. She can be trusted to do what was needed.’ Then when a tag was needed, you shunned me.”
Alexa’s hand slammed down into the dough. Visibly the Amazon collected herself.
“Fool me twice.”
Grabbing the roller, Alexa started to press out the raw food. She took a moment to sprinkle a little flour along it, flipping over the pressed dough. With another sprinkle of the flour, she started to roll the wooden pin once more.
“No more. You said something to me the other week that stuck. You claimed to be unpredictable. You didn’t know why people were so shocked. Well everyone bit into the cake Dahlia, and it wasn’t made of sugar. I am so glad you are whole and you have let everyone know exactly what to expect. You are no more unpredictable as you are innocent, are you?”
Fingers began to shape the dough into a circle. It was obvious the reason. Pizza. The Amazon moved to the oven again and set the temperature.
“I have no more expectations of you Dahlia. You have shown me that everything someone does for you is nothing in your book. What I do have are expectations for myself, and this Sunday, it is winning. Our match this Sunday will be my thanks to you for showing me not to be foolish any longer. I will be coming at you hard. I want to remind you why there is a reason that not a lot of people get my trust.”
Since she had a regular oven, Alexa wanted to bake the crust a little before adding the toppings. Tossing it a few times, she placed it on the circular pizza pan. Sliding it onto the middle rack, she closed the door. Just as she was turning to address the camera once more, two kids came bounding around the corner.
“Aunt Lexa! Aunt Lexa!”
Exclaimed the chorus of children who were excited about something.
“We finished. And it is awesome!”
The statement was made by the five year old girl. Her eyes were as grey blue as the sky before a big storm. The large almond eyes were contrast to her hair. She was blessed with the natural color of dark chocolate. The second child was a smaller little boy. He was three years old with more of a sandy blonde hued hair. His eyes were hazel. The small boy wore a dark blue transformers t-shirt supporting his love for Bumble Bee and denim shorts. His shoes were missing. More than likely tucked somewhere because he was done wearing them. The older girl wore a purple tank top and black athletic type shorts. She too was missing shoes, which only proved she was the initiator of the taking shoes off mission.
“Come see! I made a capitillar!”
“You mean caterpillar, silly.”
The young boy gave a glare the older girl for correcting him when he was trying to explain what he made. Alexa, and the camera man, followed the children to the kitchen area. The view of Autumn was evident through the big bay window that stood behind the table. On said table were cupcakes. They were scattered along the table with pink, white, and green icing. M&M’s, cookies, chocolate chips, sprinkles, tubes of colored frosting, and little candy pieces were not only in the plastic cups on the table, but also around each cupcake that was decorated. The small boy ran to the side of the table he was occupying. Picking up a green iced cupcake he showed the M&M caterpillar. For feet, the smart child had used sprinkles. His older cousin picked up a white iced cupcake and to show her artistic venture. She had made a heart with the little candies and then filled it in with sprinkles.
“Wow you two did great! I say we save them until after pizza.”
“PIZZA!”
Alexa laughed to the excitement.
“Okay finish up then clean up and we can put our toppings on the pizza.”
The two children immediately obliged their Aunt’s words. Alexa moved back into the kitchen, camera in tow. She moved to the oven grabbing an oven mitt. She pulled out the slightly baked dough and set it to the side to cool. Her focus returned to the camera.
“Come this Sunday, you are in for a fight Dahlia. I know you have been in the ring with me before. The difference. This Sunday I have something to remind you. You don’t want to be on my bad side. I may have lost some, and I definitely have won some. Everyone in those matches, even though some fail to realize, is that I am one of the hardest matches they will ever encounter. I take great pride in what I bring to that ring every week. I am my own person. Can you honestly say the same thing about yourself? See while my husband was making you feel important and safe. Someone for Dahlia to ‘make her feel whole again.’ I was making businesses thrive, putting myself out there, being my own woman. There are times when I felt a bit frustrated, but not many. I was more worried about one thing. Exactly what you did to him. You hurt him Dahlia. I thought I was going to be okay with it. His problem, but I am not.”
Her tone becoming more tense.
“I am the one who sees the betrayed toiling over past events. And your sated with coloring books and the occasional pat from Carnage. So now I will return the favor to you Dahlia. I could care less about your dependency. No I am going to make it so someone else has to watch some one they love toil over past events. Make them feel the pain you are in. I guess to make it short. I am going to be able to take out some of my frustrations on you. Give the crowd something to get on their feet about.”
Alexa stopped where she was at because the young children entered the scene once more. She moved to the counter that held the cooling pizza crust. Smiling she looked to the kids.
“Okay! It’s ready. I hope everyone knows what they want.”
“Cheese!” Replied her niece.
“No red sauce…” Proclaimed her nephew.
With a scrunch of her nose and a humph, Alexa’s niece Maria crossed her arms. Both nephew and Aunt blink to her. She looked upset and like she was going to claim stake to sauce being on the pizza. Before anything erupted Alexa spoke up first.
“Maria, you both can have it the way you like. Please get the sauce out of the fridge. Dom can get the cheese.”
Both children went about their tasks in bringing the sauce and cheese to their Aunt. Alexa popped open the Tupperware that contained the red sauce. She then moved to the drawer and pulled out a spoon, both kids unsure of what she was going to do. Alexa proceeded to scoop out sauce and decorate half of the pizza with it. Much to the kids delight at that. Dominic, or Dom, handed her the cheese. Alexa took a moment to look at both of them and bit her lower lip in thought.
Having made up her mind, Alexa extracted two bowls from the cabinets and filled both with cheese. Setting them down on either side of her, she quickly moved and scooped two chairs. Carrying them by the back under each arm. One for Maria, the other for Dominic. A resounding ‘Yay!’ filled the kitchen. Small forms climbed the chairs, dipping their hands into the cheese. Spreading it harmoniously along the half sauced crust. Once they were done, Lexa then placed the pizza into the oven and set the timer.
She turned and looked to the cousins. She laughed at the small forms covered in icing, goodies, and now cheesy hands.
“Okay. Go wash up. Hands, face, arms, elbows, and knees.”
“Knees! Aunt Lexa your so silly!”
The small voice of Dominic stated. All laughed before the children disappeared to the bathroom. She watched them go with a chuckle. Gazing back to the camera her demeanor changed.
“Dahlia. I hope you know what is coming your way on Sunday. I do not hate you. I do not discredit your talent in the ring. Your Women’s Champion for Pete’s sake. What I am, as I said before, is frustrated. Frustrated that you can be so cruel to someone that has tried to help you. Frustrated that you need anyone to make you feel whole. And I know that is not my battle, but it still frustrates me. You have aligned yourself with someone who puts his betrayals and sins on others to carry.“
Before she moved on Alexa paused. A deep breathe was drawn in.
“Let me clarify here. I am in no way trying to take you from him, or change your mind to leave him where he stands. No, no. I quite enjoy my husband and his company again, and you are the type of woman that needs constant attention. You have someone for that job. Well now that I have purged those feelings onto you and the world”
Alexa grinned once more to her words.
“Only thing I can ask of you Dahlia is this. Come out there Sunday night and bring everything your body can muster. I am settling for nothing less than you crumpled to the mat below. You know me. Come with it all, or not at all.”
That warranted another smile and chuckle from the former champion.
“A surprise is waiting for you this Sunday. If you noticed last week, I started to incorporate old moves that have done me no wrong. I still have so much that I have learned to show. I will be bringing my hardcore style back to my wrestling. Body on the line every match, all the time. I have been to damned nice. After going back and watching what you had to say, and the matches you have been in, and intruded in, I have worked on how to take you out with your own moves. My power does supersede yours. I am the Amazon Warrior. I have taken out many with my power. And after watching you won the Championship and hit Dead Aim on Devon, it made a new goal arise. What better way to beat a champion is to study them and develop counters to their favorites. That is what I have done, Dahlia. This Sunday I will get to show you how effectively studious I am.”
The smell of pizza accompanied by a ding from the buzzer drew the kids back to the kitchen. Both on their respected chair, they watched as Alexa moved to the oven. The flour hand prints still decorated the black material. Maria pointed to them and started to laugh hysterically. As Lexa put the pizza up to cool she turned.
“What?!”
At this point both children had started in with the hysterical laughter. It was Dom who answered her.
“You have hands on your butt!!”
Whether it be the word butt, or the blush that came to Alexa’s cheeks, they started to laugh louder and harder. After a second Alexa turned her form so she could look to her bottom only to start laughing a moment later. Dipping her fingers in the flour she extracted a little only to poof it at the kids. Another round of hysterical laughter as they were sprinkled on in flour. Turning her back to them she started to search through the drawers. Finding what she needed after two drawers, she cut the pizza for the kids.
“Okay little laugh monsters. To the table for lunch.”
The children bounded happily to the table where they cleaned up the goodies that decorated the cupcakes. The cupcakes were set in a line, no doubt from her niece Maria. Alexa moved with them holding two rags. A wet one and dry one. Placing them down, Alexa busied herself cleaning the table off so they have somewhere clean to eat. Maria and Dominic sat down. First cups filled with milk hit the table. Then they were followed by the plates of pizza and napkins. Lastly, Alexa placed the heart and caterpillar cupcake next to the child who made them. With a wink Alexa moved back to the kitchen. She started the busy task of cleaning up.
“I hope my words have been received loud and clear, Dahlia. Women who love to be unpredictable are met with consequences. I know that this won’t be our last match together, you have something that I want, but I will be looking to wreck you like it is. Fool me once. Fool me twice. Your mistake.”
Alexa looked to the children through the door frame to the children in the other room. Another sigh took over as she moved to the plugged in iPhone. After a few taps to the buttons it rang on speaker. The familiar female voice that answered on the other line seemed a bit occupied.
“Hello….”
Then she became focused and more alert.
“Alexa?!”
For a minute Alexa didn’t talk. Alexa looked to be contemplating what could be said.
“Yeah....Hey...... Kaylyn. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Uh…yeah. I guess.”
With those words the feed cut. No one knows but the two on the phone what was said or not said.
Alexa was dressed in black jeans that hugger her for and rose oh so low on her hips. The white short sleeved baby tee stopped just at the top of the dark material. Written across the white shirt was a breast cancer awareness slogan. Letter of pink and black advised the world in a block to ‘FIGHT LIKE A GIRL- Support breast cancer awareness.’ In the middle of the lettering were pink boxing gloves below a pink ribbon. Bi colored locks were tied back into a French braid, pink ribbon tied throughout.
A warm smile greeted the camera man and those who watched the promotion for the Atlanta bound show. Emerald hues sparkled behind dark brown lashes and liner. A ding drew Alexa’s attention from the camera momentarily, turning to face the oven. Along her bottom were two hand prints. She pulled out two nine inch round cake pans, placing them on the cooling rack by the icing and decorations. She moved back facing the camera. Slender, but strong, digits scooped up the measuring cup. She picked up the flour with the other and started to measure out what she needed.
“Unless you get the measurements just right, you will be left with a flat, bad tasting cake. No one wants that, now do they?”
Emerald gaze peeks over the rim of the glass measuring cup. Through the clear glass a grin formed.
“Though no one really can tell with finished cakes. The pretty smooth colored frosting with piped design hide the flaws. It also tantalizes the viewers of the cake. Everyone goes on and on about how lovely the cake is. So beautiful, it has to be good. All the while it is deceiving. When you finally get to enjoy the cake, the disgusting realization that salt has replaced the sugar it is to late.”
Alexa placed the measuring cup and flour down on the counter top.
“It’s ironic. That is exactly what happened with my opponent for this week at Shockwave in Georgia. Everyone is all about the cake. Protection, admiration, deception. Protection so the cake does not topple over or an imperfection of a fingerprint is hindered. Admiration of the work that has gone into making the cake what it is. Admiration of the exquisite delicate flowers or design. The deception that the whole package is everything that your mind has made it to be.”
Alexa gave an exacerbated sign and a shrug.
“I guess it is a good thing I don’t like cake. Though I still got caught up in the illusion. The illusion that someone that you have opened your home to. That your husband has made it a mission to protect and care for. Is actually what she seemed to be. You are no innocent little thing to protect. Carnage is a great baker.”
I mean, you even had me fooled. I thought that yes you were innocent. I even convinced myself that you needed the protection. When Carnage chose another path, I encouraged Devon to help you. Fool me once.”
Alexa rolled her hues slightly. She moved to the dough and started to kneed it once more.
“Then last week I said to myself, ‘Self, she has been part of a team. She can be trusted to do what was needed.’ Then when a tag was needed, you shunned me.”
Alexa’s hand slammed down into the dough. Visibly the Amazon collected herself.
“Fool me twice.”
Grabbing the roller, Alexa started to press out the raw food. She took a moment to sprinkle a little flour along it, flipping over the pressed dough. With another sprinkle of the flour, she started to roll the wooden pin once more.
“No more. You said something to me the other week that stuck. You claimed to be unpredictable. You didn’t know why people were so shocked. Well everyone bit into the cake Dahlia, and it wasn’t made of sugar. I am so glad you are whole and you have let everyone know exactly what to expect. You are no more unpredictable as you are innocent, are you?”
Fingers began to shape the dough into a circle. It was obvious the reason. Pizza. The Amazon moved to the oven again and set the temperature.
“I have no more expectations of you Dahlia. You have shown me that everything someone does for you is nothing in your book. What I do have are expectations for myself, and this Sunday, it is winning. Our match this Sunday will be my thanks to you for showing me not to be foolish any longer. I will be coming at you hard. I want to remind you why there is a reason that not a lot of people get my trust.”
Since she had a regular oven, Alexa wanted to bake the crust a little before adding the toppings. Tossing it a few times, she placed it on the circular pizza pan. Sliding it onto the middle rack, she closed the door. Just as she was turning to address the camera once more, two kids came bounding around the corner.
“Aunt Lexa! Aunt Lexa!”
Exclaimed the chorus of children who were excited about something.
“We finished. And it is awesome!”
The statement was made by the five year old girl. Her eyes were as grey blue as the sky before a big storm. The large almond eyes were contrast to her hair. She was blessed with the natural color of dark chocolate. The second child was a smaller little boy. He was three years old with more of a sandy blonde hued hair. His eyes were hazel. The small boy wore a dark blue transformers t-shirt supporting his love for Bumble Bee and denim shorts. His shoes were missing. More than likely tucked somewhere because he was done wearing them. The older girl wore a purple tank top and black athletic type shorts. She too was missing shoes, which only proved she was the initiator of the taking shoes off mission.
“Come see! I made a capitillar!”
“You mean caterpillar, silly.”
The young boy gave a glare the older girl for correcting him when he was trying to explain what he made. Alexa, and the camera man, followed the children to the kitchen area. The view of Autumn was evident through the big bay window that stood behind the table. On said table were cupcakes. They were scattered along the table with pink, white, and green icing. M&M’s, cookies, chocolate chips, sprinkles, tubes of colored frosting, and little candy pieces were not only in the plastic cups on the table, but also around each cupcake that was decorated. The small boy ran to the side of the table he was occupying. Picking up a green iced cupcake he showed the M&M caterpillar. For feet, the smart child had used sprinkles. His older cousin picked up a white iced cupcake and to show her artistic venture. She had made a heart with the little candies and then filled it in with sprinkles.
“Wow you two did great! I say we save them until after pizza.”
“PIZZA!”
Alexa laughed to the excitement.
“Okay finish up then clean up and we can put our toppings on the pizza.”
The two children immediately obliged their Aunt’s words. Alexa moved back into the kitchen, camera in tow. She moved to the oven grabbing an oven mitt. She pulled out the slightly baked dough and set it to the side to cool. Her focus returned to the camera.
“Come this Sunday, you are in for a fight Dahlia. I know you have been in the ring with me before. The difference. This Sunday I have something to remind you. You don’t want to be on my bad side. I may have lost some, and I definitely have won some. Everyone in those matches, even though some fail to realize, is that I am one of the hardest matches they will ever encounter. I take great pride in what I bring to that ring every week. I am my own person. Can you honestly say the same thing about yourself? See while my husband was making you feel important and safe. Someone for Dahlia to ‘make her feel whole again.’ I was making businesses thrive, putting myself out there, being my own woman. There are times when I felt a bit frustrated, but not many. I was more worried about one thing. Exactly what you did to him. You hurt him Dahlia. I thought I was going to be okay with it. His problem, but I am not.”
Her tone becoming more tense.
“I am the one who sees the betrayed toiling over past events. And your sated with coloring books and the occasional pat from Carnage. So now I will return the favor to you Dahlia. I could care less about your dependency. No I am going to make it so someone else has to watch some one they love toil over past events. Make them feel the pain you are in. I guess to make it short. I am going to be able to take out some of my frustrations on you. Give the crowd something to get on their feet about.”
Alexa stopped where she was at because the young children entered the scene once more. She moved to the counter that held the cooling pizza crust. Smiling she looked to the kids.
“Okay! It’s ready. I hope everyone knows what they want.”
“Cheese!” Replied her niece.
“No red sauce…” Proclaimed her nephew.
With a scrunch of her nose and a humph, Alexa’s niece Maria crossed her arms. Both nephew and Aunt blink to her. She looked upset and like she was going to claim stake to sauce being on the pizza. Before anything erupted Alexa spoke up first.
“Maria, you both can have it the way you like. Please get the sauce out of the fridge. Dom can get the cheese.”
Both children went about their tasks in bringing the sauce and cheese to their Aunt. Alexa popped open the Tupperware that contained the red sauce. She then moved to the drawer and pulled out a spoon, both kids unsure of what she was going to do. Alexa proceeded to scoop out sauce and decorate half of the pizza with it. Much to the kids delight at that. Dominic, or Dom, handed her the cheese. Alexa took a moment to look at both of them and bit her lower lip in thought.
Having made up her mind, Alexa extracted two bowls from the cabinets and filled both with cheese. Setting them down on either side of her, she quickly moved and scooped two chairs. Carrying them by the back under each arm. One for Maria, the other for Dominic. A resounding ‘Yay!’ filled the kitchen. Small forms climbed the chairs, dipping their hands into the cheese. Spreading it harmoniously along the half sauced crust. Once they were done, Lexa then placed the pizza into the oven and set the timer.
She turned and looked to the cousins. She laughed at the small forms covered in icing, goodies, and now cheesy hands.
“Okay. Go wash up. Hands, face, arms, elbows, and knees.”
“Knees! Aunt Lexa your so silly!”
The small voice of Dominic stated. All laughed before the children disappeared to the bathroom. She watched them go with a chuckle. Gazing back to the camera her demeanor changed.
“Dahlia. I hope you know what is coming your way on Sunday. I do not hate you. I do not discredit your talent in the ring. Your Women’s Champion for Pete’s sake. What I am, as I said before, is frustrated. Frustrated that you can be so cruel to someone that has tried to help you. Frustrated that you need anyone to make you feel whole. And I know that is not my battle, but it still frustrates me. You have aligned yourself with someone who puts his betrayals and sins on others to carry.“
Before she moved on Alexa paused. A deep breathe was drawn in.
“Let me clarify here. I am in no way trying to take you from him, or change your mind to leave him where he stands. No, no. I quite enjoy my husband and his company again, and you are the type of woman that needs constant attention. You have someone for that job. Well now that I have purged those feelings onto you and the world”
Alexa grinned once more to her words.
“Only thing I can ask of you Dahlia is this. Come out there Sunday night and bring everything your body can muster. I am settling for nothing less than you crumpled to the mat below. You know me. Come with it all, or not at all.”
That warranted another smile and chuckle from the former champion.
“A surprise is waiting for you this Sunday. If you noticed last week, I started to incorporate old moves that have done me no wrong. I still have so much that I have learned to show. I will be bringing my hardcore style back to my wrestling. Body on the line every match, all the time. I have been to damned nice. After going back and watching what you had to say, and the matches you have been in, and intruded in, I have worked on how to take you out with your own moves. My power does supersede yours. I am the Amazon Warrior. I have taken out many with my power. And after watching you won the Championship and hit Dead Aim on Devon, it made a new goal arise. What better way to beat a champion is to study them and develop counters to their favorites. That is what I have done, Dahlia. This Sunday I will get to show you how effectively studious I am.”
The smell of pizza accompanied by a ding from the buzzer drew the kids back to the kitchen. Both on their respected chair, they watched as Alexa moved to the oven. The flour hand prints still decorated the black material. Maria pointed to them and started to laugh hysterically. As Lexa put the pizza up to cool she turned.
“What?!”
At this point both children had started in with the hysterical laughter. It was Dom who answered her.
“You have hands on your butt!!”
Whether it be the word butt, or the blush that came to Alexa’s cheeks, they started to laugh louder and harder. After a second Alexa turned her form so she could look to her bottom only to start laughing a moment later. Dipping her fingers in the flour she extracted a little only to poof it at the kids. Another round of hysterical laughter as they were sprinkled on in flour. Turning her back to them she started to search through the drawers. Finding what she needed after two drawers, she cut the pizza for the kids.
“Okay little laugh monsters. To the table for lunch.”
The children bounded happily to the table where they cleaned up the goodies that decorated the cupcakes. The cupcakes were set in a line, no doubt from her niece Maria. Alexa moved with them holding two rags. A wet one and dry one. Placing them down, Alexa busied herself cleaning the table off so they have somewhere clean to eat. Maria and Dominic sat down. First cups filled with milk hit the table. Then they were followed by the plates of pizza and napkins. Lastly, Alexa placed the heart and caterpillar cupcake next to the child who made them. With a wink Alexa moved back to the kitchen. She started the busy task of cleaning up.
“I hope my words have been received loud and clear, Dahlia. Women who love to be unpredictable are met with consequences. I know that this won’t be our last match together, you have something that I want, but I will be looking to wreck you like it is. Fool me once. Fool me twice. Your mistake.”
Alexa looked to the children through the door frame to the children in the other room. Another sigh took over as she moved to the plugged in iPhone. After a few taps to the buttons it rang on speaker. The familiar female voice that answered on the other line seemed a bit occupied.
“Hello….”
Then she became focused and more alert.
“Alexa?!”
For a minute Alexa didn’t talk. Alexa looked to be contemplating what could be said.
“Yeah....Hey...... Kaylyn. Do you have a few minutes?”
“Uh…yeah. I guess.”
With those words the feed cut. No one knows but the two on the phone what was said or not said.
