Olivia and Sasha
To Sasha the Greenbelt had always been a pretty safe place and not just the restaurant they were currently sitting in, but he knew that his perspective was different because he had always been protected by the Hellhounds -- not targeted by them. “Honestly, I think most of the people who’d start a fight wouldn’t dare to do it with my dad in here,” he remarked with a glance in the last direction he had seen Vic. “I mean most of them know not to pull shit like fighting anymore, but I guess if someone tried picking a fight with them that would be different…” A leopard couldn’t entirely change it’s spots after all, and most of the Hellhounds were still hot heads at best.
He had to admit it was a little strange to have so many kind of normal conversations with Olivia in a row. There was always this sort of underlying thing between them, like they got along, but it always felt a little like there was some unspoken competition happening -- one that Sasha wasn’t always even sure what it was. He knew it probably had something to do with his friendship with Maizie, or his past crush on her. It was in the past, he didn’t go around crushing on people who were already taken, he wasn’t a jerk like that.
Sasha didn’t address that though, primarily because he didn’t want to fuck up his chances at working at Olivia’s gym. The idea of getting back into the gym, maybe even the ring and actually training, or helping others to train, was hugely appealing to him. “So, have you heard anything else about that gym thing?”