Adrian!
It was the last Friday of the preseason and Maggie desperately wished that her 'holiday' could have stretched out just a few more days. Maybe another week, or a month, just as long as she didn't have to get on the pitch and have to be photographed by those thousands of people watching, just waiting for her to mess up. She'd never felt such a drop in confidence in her life, but her first match in a Tornadoes uniform was proving to be the scariest, most terrifying day she'd ever have to endure.

Maybe she could get sick, come down with dragon pox or something. No one could blame her if she had terrible spots boiling and bubbling all over her face, yeah?

The thought of her skin being covered in pox made Maggie wrinkle her nose, and she found herself returning to reality, staring at Adrian's back as he thanked the manager of the restaurant for keeping the more obtrusive fans (and cameramen) away from his and Maggie's dinner table. She was very grateful for the privacy, as her nerves had gotten the best of her throughout the night even if it had been a lovely dinner with quite the romantic atmosphere. She couldn't blame Adrian for doing his best to brighten her mood, and that was why she grabbed his hand the moment he was done talking, and pressed herself to his arm.

She smiled at the manager and quietly thanked him too, ready to go.