Adrian stood before the imposing door in the prosecutor's office. She'd never felt quite this nervous before. Indeed, she and Franziska had spent much time together as of late, but to admit to these feelings? It filled her with dread. But she had told herself that morning that it would be today. Not to mention, she had it in her planner. And to go against the planner? Inconceivable!
Swallowing the lump in her throat, she brought her hand to the door and knocked.
"You may enter." Said the voice from inside.
Taking in several deep breaths, Adrian turned the doorknob and entered the office. Upon her entrance, the platinum haired woman at the desk looked at her. "Oh, Ms. Andrews. A pleasure. To what do I owe the honor?"
Stepped toward the desk, her heels clicking with each stepped. "Adrian spoke. "Good evening, Ms. Von Karma. I certainly hope I'm not intruding on anything, arriving unannounced."
Franziska propped elbows on her desk and wagged her finger at the woman. "Nonsense, Ms. Andrews. You are not interrupting anything of great importance. Now, tell me, why are you here?"
Adrian mentally prepared herself for what she was about to do. "Well, Ms. Von Karma. I wished to ask you a question."
"And what question would that be?"
Now or never, Adrian. Don't screw this up! "I was wondering if-"
Suddenly a knock came at the door before it creaked open and a new figure stepped inside.
Stepping up to the desk, Miles Edgeworth spoke. "Franziska, are you ready?"
Sighing, Franziska rolled her eyes at the man. "Honestly, Miles Edgeworth, I cannot comprehend your infatuation with this drivel." She then returned her gaze to Adrian. "Forgive me, Ms. Andrews. I may have been exaggerating slightly before. I do have plans, however, the importance of them is up for much debate."
"Oh? A-and what are your plans, if you don't mind my asking."
"Hmph," Franziska crossed her arms in front of her chest and closed her eyes. "I suppose you can call this children's show on ice a date, or sorts."
Adrian's heart sank as Edgeworth spoke up. "My dear, the Steel Samurai on Ice is hardly a mere children's show. It has won several awards, for its choreography as well as its story."
Franziska sighed, ignoring the man and returning her attention to Adrian. "I'm afraid I must cut this conversation short, Ms. Andrews. What was it that you wished to ask?"
"Huh? Oh!" Adrian racked her brain for an excuse. "Uh, w-well. My… My watch! My watch is broken. I was wondering if you could tell me the time?"
Franziska rolled her eyes. "That is all? A foolishly foolish question. It is 8:05."
"Indeed," Edgeworth interjected. "Which means we must make haste if we are to be on time, my dear."
Standing from her desk, Franziska walked next to the man hooked her arm through his. "Honestly, Miles Edgeworth, your impatience knows no bounds." She glanced over her shoulder. "Ms. Andrews, could you please be a dear and lock up my office?"
"Oh, uh, yes. Of course, Ms. Von Karma."
And then the two were gone. Adrian quickly locked up the office and decided to continue going along with her planner.
Her next stop: The nearest bar.