As she walked into the restaurant with Adam, Alexandria tried to keep the frown from her brow. In the first half, she hadn't spent a minute in her seat, it felt like - her fists clenched, clapping and cheering, then muttering darkly whenever the Patriots got a first down. The second half of the game was much darker, and by the end of it - and for most of the ride to the restaurant - she might have been even more broodingly silent than usual, had Adam not kept drawing her out of it so deftly, half the time almost without her noticing.
"I don't care, I'd still love to see Tom Brady eat every yard of those stolen first downs. Boston." She spoke the word with complete disgust, muttering to Adam as he spotted their neighbors and led her over. Taking a deep breath and forcing herself to at least pretend not to be fantasizing the New England quarterback's painful demise, she looked around the table and gave everyone a nod, adding a small wave to Samuel, whom she recognized from paintball.