It became a routine each time Ada went on tour. You’d tag along, watching her backstage, waiting for that one moment when she’d finally walk off the stage to come and see you.

Tonight was no different.

Her sweat-soaked skin glistened underneath the lights illuminating her. She let the red hues light up her eyes, the warm wave of adrenaline touching her skin.

Sure, she enjoyed performing, but she always loved coming back to you, the urge of engulfing you in her arms stronger than ever.

As she opened the door to her little dressing room, she saw you laid out across the couch, your shoes sat at your feet. She grinned at you, tucking her dampened hair behind her ear.

“Hi sweetheart,” She would always mutter to you after each gig. She believed the petname suited you. You were truly sweet in your heart in her eyes. “Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

She walked up to you, crouching down in front of your relaxed frame. Ada’s hand sat against your knee, stroking it endearingly. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to see my pretty thing as much as I did today.”