Ginny looked up from her journal with a surprised, caught-in-headlights look to her eyes. "Hello," she said, in reply. And then she focused and realized who it was sitting next to her. "You're Aidan Lynch," she said, before realizing herself and then shaking her head.
"Merlin, I'm sorry. I just... I work in the League, I've spent hours pouring over your flight videos," he'd been good. His match with the Championship Irish was beautiful to watch, even if she had just been a kid when he'd played it.