National City
Oh no.
She had a type.
Maggie watched Alex's retreating figure. Badass, kickass women with short hair and an almost military like stance. Women who never backed down and believed in the hero's of their cities.
She was so screwed. Alex was everything she liked and more. And she could feel herself falling. Hard. She had told herself she wasn't going to fall in love not again. But Alex was worming her way in.
'Yup,' Maggie thought, 'I'm so screwed.'