Love Is Color Blind

Wardrobe Troubles

[Wednesday, April 12th]

(Giovanni's POV)

I was walking around backstage, having just won a match against Alexander Wolfe. Ever since Ludvig and Gunther left NXT UK, he'd been after me. Trying to get some sort of pay back for what we did to him when he was a part of Imperium.

I was handed a water bottle by a staff member and I headed to my locker room. After I got there and changed out of my gear, I decided I was hungry and started towards catering.

I turned around a corner and someone bumped into me. They fell back rather hard, making it seem like they were trying to get somewhere urgently. I looked down to see it was a woman. She quickly got up, however, and looked up at me. She had to be a few inches shorter than me. So about 5'11 or 5'10.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry Mr. Vinci!" She apologized profusely, bowing her head. She looked like a staff member. "Don't sweat it." I told her. I noticed she had a shirt in her hand. It was a rather vibrant color. She wasn't going to wear that, was she? "S-say... Could you help me with something real quick?" She asked nervously. I nodded. She held up the shirt to me. "C-could you tell me what color this shirt is, please...?"

I stared at her with the stupidest 'are you serious' look on my face. But when I looked at her again, I knew she wasn't joking. "Are you blind or something?" I laughed out rather rudely. A guilty look appeared on her features. "I'm... Actually colorblind sir... I physically cannot tell what color this shirt is..." My eyes blew wide and I instantly changed my attitude. "Oh shit. I'm sorry bellissima."

(Words in underlined italics are Italian words. Bellissima means beautiful.)

She shook her head. "No, no. It's okay...! It's not like you can just look at me and tell." I decided to help her out. "Well, the shirt is neon yellow. Not sure if you wanna wear that around the building or not, but yeah." Her eyes widened as she looked at the shirt in disbelief. "Oh! No, no, no! I don't wanna wear this!" She exclaimed as she turned around to run back the direction she came from. But she stopped. "I-" She turned back around to face me. "I know it's a lot to ask, but... Could you help me find the shirt I'm looking for...?"

That wasn't a lot to ask at all. It was probably the least I could do consider I made her feel like she did something wrong by asking me a question. I quickly nodded and began to follow her down the hall. Most likely to the joint locker room the staff shared. But I was stunned when we made a right turn to her very own locker room. "You have your own room?" I asked her. She nodded. "Triple H gave it to me when he found out my condition a week or two after I began working here." She told me. "He said it would be better if I had privacy."

She opened her door and I saw that her room was rather bizarre. The furniture barely matched in a sense of color, the decorations on the walls had zero color coordination. Colorblind meant she couldn't see certain colors, right? So how come it seemed like the only colors she was aware of in her room were black and white? The TV was black, and the rug under the... Um... Red coffee table was white.

There various paintings on the walls. Each with a random color scheme. They were all very realistic, it was just the colors. One painting, that was still in progress on an easel, had a green sky, a pink sun, yellow grass, and an orange rabbit. I mean... At least the clouds were their normal color?

She walked over to her closet and turned around to look at me. "Um... Which one is dark purple...?" There was practically a rainbow of shirts hanging up in there. I looked for a second before seeing a dark purple long-sleeve crop top near the end of the closet. "Right there." I said as I pointed to it. She looked at it. "This one?" I nodded. She grabbed it and turned back towards me. "Thank you so much Mr. Vinci!" She said, bowing her head again. I chuckled. "Please, call me Giovanni or Fabian. I'm no royalty." She nodded slowly in understanding.

I was about to walk out, when I remembered something I forgot. "Hey, what's your name? I never asked." She looked at me for a second before smiling. "My name is Iris." "How ironic." I responded jokingly. She laughed a little too. "That's a beautiful name, though. Very nice to have met you... Iris." I said softly before walking out the door.

I looked back for a moment and saw her smiling into a pink framed mirror, holding the shirt in front of her. I wanted to laugh at the color of her mirror, but when I saw the difference between her face when I ran into her a few minutes ago and now, I just smiled as well. I did that, didn't I...?