Safiyya was a bit nervous when she stepped off the plane. She had done something rather unforgiveable to her family. But Alex, or Trashygrappler as she knew him as, kept assuring her that she was an adult and she had the right to make her own decisions.
Her father had no right to keep her from going abroad for a convention now that she was eighteen, and she agreed wholeheartedly with the statement even if she herself didn't have the courage to actually go through with it on her own.
Her friend proved more capable than she initially thought. And despite not believing all the shit he had told her over the past year or so of them knowing each other, she was starting to think that, maybe. Just maybe he was telling the truth.
