It had been good to see Serena at lunch that day. Elina had, as it had turned out, had been a 'wonderful, perfect house guest' (because of course she would be) and the woman had no issues with her at all. After the flowers, pokeballs and polite words had been exchanged - alongside stolen glances, he was sure, it had been simply a matter of waiting.
But truthfully? Nothing could have possibly prepared him to see Serena on that stage as Giselle tonight. It was one thing to have seen her in her position as Champion, or her strength in battle through recordings of some of her matches - it was another entirely to see the raw strength and physicality it took to exercise her true passion.
He had been enthralled, there was no other possible way to put it. He had no shame in admitting he had cried throughout the second half, even knowing what was to come and that the story did not have an entirely tragic ending. He had cried so much his throat was still faintly sore and his eyes were ringed red.
But, he was certain, that was what she would want. She would want to move him - for him to see the depths of her art and the vision she poured into her performance.
And he had. He had seen more than that, in fact, as it had crystalised in his head where he had seen her before. Her off-hand comment about feeling as if she had met him before was more accurate than she could have possibly imagined.
Or him, for that matter. He still did not know how he would possibly explain it.
Adam kept an eye on the side-door she had told him to wait outside, and just as she had said the day prior the crowds had filtered away. He could not so much as spy a single camera or reporter who would try and ambush her tonight, or tail them.
Finally, there was movement from the corner of his eye. There she was, stepping out into the fading light. Even through the tint and at the distance, he could see her faint exhaustion. It was no wonder, too. As fit as she was, he did not know anyone who would not be dead on their feet after that.
He leant over and popped the passenger side door open for her, flashing her an incredibly bright smile.
"I have no words for how incredible you were on that stage, Serena-Aurelia Yvonne Letova." He laughs softly as she grows closer, within earshot of just her. "Truly. I-- I cannot explain it. I have never seen such a beautiful, heartfelt performance. I do not think I stopped crying from the moment you collapsed dead."
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