“So, how’s going?” I ask, lighting a cigarette, exhaling the smoke vaguely in her direction. “Good.” She grins. “That [...] Briona gave up on coming here.” She sounds victorious. “You beat her in a derby?” I ask, though I fear the answer will not be that. “Yes, that too, but she just gave up coming here. I only shoved her out the way twice or thrice. Maximum four times.” Layla acts up a pouting face. “Well, that’s not unusual for skater derbies.” I say. “See, that’s what I say. But she was all like why did you that? And then she blamed me her implants start to hurt. Because I shoved her. Imagine that!” I suck in the smoke. Oh I can very much imagine that. “Yeah how could she.” I reply dryly.