Ronnie + Rhi + Open
Ronnie would nod at the offer in kind. He did feel a surge of comfort and confidence in the idea. “Yeah, I’d like that. I’d feel more useful, anyway. You know? Like, I get that I’m super cool and stuff but like — sometimes I have problems and punching my way out ain’t the answer but you know what I’m getting at, yeah?” Of course she did. She was a smart cookie. Having the skills to protect yourself or defend yourself in a sticky situation when running and hiding weren’t possible was ideal. Also, he hated feeling like a weenie when it came to facing problems. “Please tell me we can start a Searchlight version of Cobra Kai? We can call it Rhiannon Kai.”
Learning from Rhiannon meant he would be doing it the right way. Ronnie thought back to earlier in the year when Celeste had shown him how to fire a gun the proper way. He felt instantly humbled by the capacity of people who had his back.
“I got this problem, Rhiannon, and I don’t know how to fix it.” He sighed heavily enough that his shoulders sagged and withdrew the cellphone again. The screen already had five additional messages that were unread. “I got a stalker.” Gabe knew, Ro knew, Mikey knew. Even with all of those people in his corner it didn’t seem to help.