You were extremely nervous. Not because you're about to enter a carnival that contains your worst fear, clowns, but because of your company. Maggie Vera. You met her a few weeks ago at a coffee shop and did the bold move of asking her out. Surprisingly she accepted and here you are. The fear of messing this up is currently beating down on your fear of those red nosed, big shoed fuckers. Unfortunately for you, Maggie's witch powers include her being an empath, so she automatically can see your turmoil.

As you finish up a game and make a corny joke Maggie thankfully laughs at, she eyes you with a raised eyebrow as she sips her smoothie.

"You're nervous. Why? I promise I'm not some evil potion brewing witch with a cauldron. Though....I have done that before. Quite a few times actually. But all those times were to save the world and everything! Shit, I'm rambling again aren't I? Sorry."