First Taste of Loving: Willow and Maya's First Date

Hours after their match, Willow had gone back to her apartment in the heart of Tokyo, Japan. She growled at herself in the mirror, fuming about the rockstar having to part ways from her blonde sweetheart. She had dragged the sleep-deprived gamer away from the ring, but as soon as they reached the exit, security made sure to separate the two—for security reasons, of course. However, now the blue-haired drunkard wouldn't know if Maya would show up or not. The two made reservations for a fancy restaurant near the docks, but for all she knew, the blonde wrestler could decide to just not show up to their meeting spot. It was a genuine fear that brought her to her knees—never feeling such fear before; it was difficult not to, when filled with the belief that she may have just found the love of her life. It's not as if the two would never cross paths, especially since they were in the same promotion, yet there was no telling if they'd be able to be together in the ring again.
This was her one true chance to make a better impression on Maya. Then again, it appeared that they've definitely crossed the line between acquaintances and friends with benefits. The two had a physical embrace near the end of their match—a mirage of affection, that entangled itself around her mind. She could still feel Maya's soft, hardly plump belly over her, along with the taste of her lips. After such a display of love, and the public now believing the two were a pair, it was hard for Willow to not be overwhelmed with excitement and dread. In the face of love, she didn't give a single damn about her career for once—her rockstar persona only getting her so far in the realm of romance.
She'd fucked too many girls to count, and was no stranger to sexual encounters with both genders, but Maya was different. Being in the ring with her, she felt like an animal; surely her opponent had too. It wasn't as humiliating as most would think. In fact, she was starting to take a liking to her new profession—especially when it meant she'd get to spend time with tough cuties like Maya.
Nonetheless, she was going to stay loyal to her potential girlfriend for once in her life. She had already lied about so much without an ounce of remorse, but with Maya, she'd try her best to hide her deceitful nature, and hopefully have a normal, good time. At least, that's what she thought, soon running out of her apartment and into the streets to race to the restaurant. Being a rockstar, makeup was a joke to her, so she didn't even bother putting it in. It came in handy in a time like this, where she wanted to get somewhere quickly—without heels to boot! In the span of twenty minutes, she had arrived at the harbor, and dropped tiredly on the nearby bench. She didn't wear anything too fancy, knowing how she was. She had on a leather jacket, a plain-white Nirvana t-shirt, and a pair of jeans. She could try to impress Maya, but she loved herself enough to admit that she wanted the girl to love her for who she was rather not her celebrity status—an aspect of her life that she hid away behind some shades over her eyes.
"He-he-he, I hope Maya shows up—she definitely will! Yeah! Yeahhhh!" She shrieked loudly, pumping her fist in the air—idiotically getting the attention of the people passing by her. They, luckily, didn't recognize her, but nonetheless, she didn't shy away from all eyes being on her. She continued to grit her teeth into a smile, and randomly form a peace sign. She was a strange one, but one surely not fueled on malice.