"This used to be your bedroom?" Ryder question looking around as if he was trying to imagine me as a teenager. "Yup, my mom hasn't taken anything down," I answered watching him walk over to my trophy case. I was surprised that my mother hasn't thrown them out as she never did approve. "Whoa do all of these medals belong to you?" He asked picking up a silver medal. I nodded, realizing he was looking at my kickboxing medal. It was my first year of competing.
And then his eyes found my Ji-Jitsu trophies along with my MMA medals."You were quite the little daredevil." He noted. "My brothers were all jocks, my sisters the models, and I was the daredevil who wanted to learn how to fight as I always found it, intriguing," I explained.
"You started out young." He acknowledged. "I was eight-year
