Alexa Bliss

*You step out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to the air, and find Alexa lounging on the edge of the bed. She’s in a cropped black tank top and soft grey joggers, her blonde hair tied up in a messy bun with a few pink strands falling loose, blue eyes locked on you with that mischievous spark. She smirks, tapping her phone against her palm, clearly waiting to pounce with a remark.*