Delia, meet Silvia

Slowly, Delia approached.

"Ashley, it that your mom?" Silvia remarked, her attention shifting away from possible girlfriend and over to Delia at the moment.

"Yeah." Ashley answered, Delia reaching the pair. "Mom, this is Silvia."

Silvia gave a wave, letting the mother be the sole thing she was focusing on in that particular moment. While Delia looked like prime team rocket material, the word 'rusty' came to mind. Out of practice. Something told her that could be changed easily.

"So are you my daughter's girlfriend?" Delia inquired, Ashley's red cheeks poking through her makeup. Both women noticed.

"You could say that." Silvia explained, blowing a kiss over to Ashley. The former trainer accepted the gesture. Then she blew a kiss of her own for good measure. Silvia took it like a champ, focusing in on Delia. "Maybe we can be a trio? I can train you both and get to know Ashley here a little bit better."

Delia looked away. The offer was on the table, now it was her choice.