Social Media Etiquette: Alois Trancy vs Ayesha Mustafa

HOW DO I GET MYSELF INTO THESE MESSES?!

Ayesha stood around near the edge of the lake of the park, her lips pursed, sweat dripping down her forehead. Wearing a yellow dress, blue baggy jeans, a pink scarf, and a seriously worried expression, she looked around all over her, looking both lost and doomed.

Inokishira Park. A great and beautiful place in Tokyo. With a lake designed for romantic evenings in the swan boats for couples (or you and your food and other smuggled entertainment stuff). The mood and atmosphere was perfect for any couple worth their salt. Except Ayesha wasn't here for a romantic time.

No, she was kinda scared out of her wits.

What had started as her trying to be supportive to some Tension wrestler by the name of AloisAFW had ended up with a childish bicker and now her challenging a pro wrestler on social media, of all places. Not only that but...it was a dude. She didn't know how to feel about that. Sure, she had fought other ladies (actually "fought" was a generous term, more like "been thrown around by") but this was...an actual dude. Sure, he dressed somewhat like a drag queen when she looked him up on Google Images, in her opinion, but still. He was a professional wrestler, this was no sparring match, this was an execution in her mind. Her brain was conjuring some very creative images right now of her walking up to a battlefield, wielding a crappy spear and a gambeson for armor, as she faced what looked like a powerful knight wearing radiant armor charging at her, as she screamed at the blinding lights, then snapped back to reality that it was just a daynightmare.

He had sent the venue to her in Private messaging, and here she was. In a romantic park with not very romantic intentions.

She was seriously considering just making a run for it.

Ayeshas blood froze immediately on hearing the voice. She has been praying that he wouldn't be able to figure out where she was if she just kept her head down.

Ok maybe standing out in the open like this wasn't the best idea. Nor the fact she had posted on social media so he could easily see how her clothes and face looked. But still.

She slowly turned around to face the harbinger...and her mind blanked out. She wasn't exactly sure what was she expecting to happen, but realizing Alois was her own height, perhaps a bit shorter, definitely wasn't one of them. Not only that, but he had actually come dressed in a rather....dapper suit and tie. So much so it almost made her feel like a financially poor person the way she was dressed comparitively.

On him extending a hand, she paused for a second as Angela's arc words came to her mind.

"Never shake a heel's hand."

She was...almost certain that wasn't exactly it. Shit, did she forget most of what Angela said already? Oh well. She hadn't seen her "trainer" in a month now. What's she supposed to do? Hoping that Alois was a face, or at worst a tweener, she extended her own hand forward, giving her best smile; it was wobbly and her eyes seemed to be slipping off her face like she was deforming while melting.

"H-hello, Alois! S-sorry for the trou-trouble. I wanted to- so you know how people- so I thought that I could- so I tried to hold my end-" she immediately snapped shut on realizing she had no clue what was she trying to say and immediately pursed her lips.