Cadence had kept thinking of her as the hot goth chick, even after she learned her name was Cynthia. She had been thinking about her a great deal, in fact, since she first laid eyes on her at the tournament. Reminded her a girlfriend she had had a lifetime ago. All hair gel and attitude, it drove the Anarchist up the wall. She'd waited a while after Alice had given her the phone number to actually call. It took a few days to calm herself enough to pick up the phone.
You're hot shit. You got this. You got this. Okay.
She took a deep breath and dialed the number.
Let's do this ...