Sol walked through the backstage doors, her heartbeat still pounding from the match that had just ended. Her nerves were still buzzing, but there was something about this moment that felt different. She spotted Evie across the hallway, standing by a rack of wrestling gear, looking effortlessly cool in a simple black jacket and jeans. Sol’s lips curled into a playful grin as she approached, her energy shifting from adrenaline to something warmer, more personal. "Hey there, Evie," she said, her voice light, the kind of soft teasing tone that made her feel more at ease. "I’ve been hearing a lot about you. Ready to take on the chaos of managing me?" She leaned in just a little closer, eyes twinkling with curiosity and excitement, as she extended her hand for a firm, welcoming shake.