The Samoan (A Roman Reigns Story) (Reupload)

Get to Know You

"So, what do you for a living?"

"Believe it or not, I work at a funeral home."

"Really? Like, you dress up the dead bodies and such?"

"No, none of that. I just work with handling all the paperwork."

"Oh, what got you into that profession?"

"I don't know. Mostly because of my mom. One summer, she demanded that I get a job to pay for tuition for college and the only place hiring was the funeral home. They needed a part time receptionist and I decided to take that job. I ended up really liking it and got a degree so I could get a higher paying job and here I am."

"And you like that sort of thing?"

"Yeah. I don't know but for some reason, it was always appealing. Not the death and everything but just helping people. I like to help people and my job deals with the times when people need others the most. You need someone during that time or you'll drown in your own grief."

He nodded. "Wow, you seem very good at your job."

"Thank you. You're very good at yours."

He laughed. I loved his laugh. "Thank you very much."

A song came on and it was one of my favorites. "I love this song."

"You want to dance?"

"...No, it's fine."

He shook his head and stood from the table, pulling me with him. He led me onto the dance floor and I noticed him look down. That was when I realized, my jacket had come undone. My homemade Roman shirt was in full view.

"Did you make that?"

I could feel my cheeks getting hotter as he continued to stare at. I hugged the jacket back around me and I wanted to get out of this situation but I could will my feet to move.

"Evanna?"

I focused my eyes on his. "...Yeah."

He smiled. "That's awesome. You really made that?"

I nodded. My confidence growing.

"I really like it. It's even better than something the WWE could come up with it."

"It's not that good..."

"Yeah, it is."

We danced for awhile before sitting back down in our seats. We talked for a long while, getting to know each other and ever minute, I fell more and more in crush with Roman...Joe. He was so honest and nice. He was better than I even imagined he could be. Later on, as the clock started to reach the early hours of the morning, Joe and Jon, said that it was time for them to get on the bus to go to the next town for SmackDown. We told them goodbye as they got in their cab and they drove off. Caroline and I started to walk away when the car came to a halt and Joe jumped out of the cab.

"What's wrong?"

"Here's my number."

"You want to give me your number? Why?"

"Because, I told you, I want to get to know you. If it is too pushy, just let me know."

I looked at the numbers scribbled on the thin sheet of paper. I had just received, in my hand, Roman Reigns' number. "It's not pushy. Thank you."

He smiled that gorgeous smile and walked back to his cab. The car drove off and I looked back down at the piece of paper.

"You, Evanna Clay, just got the number of Roman Reigns."

I couldn't even believe it. I had so many emotions inside of me. I just wanted to squeal at the top of my lungs. This was the greatest night of my life.