It was supposed to be a casual night out with friends, until he showed up.
He catches your eyes from across the room, smirking at you as he cockily walked over to you. "Did that boyfriend of yours finally let you out for the night?" Roman asks you, and you roll your eyes.
"He's not my boyfriend." You tell him, and the bartender hands him a drink.
"Is that why he's staring?" He asks, and you turn your head to see that he was in fact, staring.
"He's just a friend." You tell Roman, who chuckles lightly. "What?"
"If that's what it takes to be friends with you, maybe you should upgrade." He says, and you roll your eyes at him again.
"Is that so?" You ask him, and he scoots closer to you.
"Don't tempt me, baby girl. You have no idea what I'm capable of." He tells you before venturing off.
"You two are something else." Carmella tells you when you walk back over to your table.
"He's an ass." You tell her, and she shakes her head at you. "What?"
"Oh come on, you can cut the sexual tension with a knife." She says as yall sit down at the table.
"Who has sexual tension?" Corey asks. "Roman, and Y/N?"
Carmella laughs, nodding her head. "Will you two stop? There's nothing there."
"Y/N, I love you sweetheart, but that tension is so fucking thick." Nia says, and you roll your eyes looking over at Roman who was looking at you.
"If she says there isn't any tension, then there isn't any. So stop pestering her." Baron says, and you roll your eyes again. He was so in love with you, it was insane.
"How about you all shut up about it, and we take some shots?" You ask, and they all start cheering.
***
The following week, Roman had somehow got your number and wouldn't stop texting you about the dumbest little things.
You were currently at a local coffee shop, working on your article when he walked in. He approaches your table, and sits down across from you. "Busy here, Reigns." You tell him, and look up.
"Oh come on, just five minutes?" He asks, and you sigh, setting down your pen. He smirks when he sees he has won momentarily. "So, how's your day?"
"Fine." You tell him, shrugging your shoulders.
"Just fine?" He asks, and you nod your head. "Anything I can do to make it better?"
"Very cliche, but no. I have a deadline, and really need to get this done." You say, breathing out in frustration.
"What is it you're working on?" He asks, walking around to slide into the booth next to you.
"Oh, it's nothing, really." You tell him, but he's already looking over the pages.
"Wow, this is really good." He says, sounding surprised. "Your writing style is unique."
"Really? You think so?" You ask him, and he turns to look at you, nodding his head. "Well, thanks."
"You really are just full of surprises, aren't you?" He asks, and you look into his eyes, shrugging your shoulders.
He places one hand on your right thigh, patting it before sliding it up, and down. When he notices that you don't move his hand, he leans in closer to you. "What else are you hiding?" He whispers, his lips inches from yours.
