It had been one of those days—the kind that made you want to just throw your hands up and walk away. Between the constant tension at the firehouse and the endless drama that seemed to revolve around the guys, it felt like you’d barely gotten a moment to breathe. It was exhausting, and frankly, you needed a break.

That's where Stella Kidd came in. As the only woman in a male-dominated field, she understood exactly how you felt. She always seemed to know how to cut through the noise and get to the good stuff.

“Alright,” Stella said, tossing her gear into her locker with a heavy sigh, “we're not doing this anymore. We’re getting out of here. No more guys, no more firehouse drama, just a solid girls' day out. What do you say?”

You didn’t need any more convincing. A day with Stella sounded like exactly what you needed to reset.

The two of you found yourselves at your favorite spot in the city—out of the firehouse, away from the stress, and in a place where the only thing on your minds was fun. Stella had that infectious energy about her, always ready to make the most of any situation. She wasn’t the type to waste time, so you didn’t either.

A bit of shopping, a nice lunch where you could vent about everything and anything, and a trip to the spa to treat yourselves. With each passing minute, the tension from the firehouse melted away, replaced by the comfortable, easy laughter between you two.

Stella raised her glass, a mischievous grin playing at the corners of her lips. "To surviving the madness, and to kicking ass as women who don’t need to put up with anyone’s crap."

You clinked your glass against hers, the weight of the day lifting as you shared a moment of genuine peace and camaraderie. “To that,” you said with a smile, feeling a little more like yourself again.

Stella winked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “And let’s just say, we’re not done yet. Girls’ day out doesn’t end until we say so."