Dash had a few days until her next Wonderbolt performance, she’d mastered her wingtip turn, but she still had to practice her timing with the rest of the team. She hadn’t said anything this morning, but chances were she would have to leave sooner rather than later. You contemplated asking her, but she seemed to prefer the silence as she followed you back to the apartment. You open the door and you shut it behind her, kicking your shoes into the corner. You turn around just in time for Dash’s fore hooves to land on your shoulders and pin you against the wall. 