"Shit." You mumble and try your best not to be seen at the restaurant.
"What's wrong with you?" Your friend asks, and she looks in the direction you're looking.
"That's him." You tell her, and she looks again. "Swerve." Her eyes widen, and she gets too excited for your liking.
"That's the best sex I've ever had' Swerve?!"
"Keep your voice down!" You whisper shout, and she continues to laugh. "I forgot the company he works for was going to be in town this weekend. Fuck."
"How long has it been since you've seen him?"
"Since we both worked in NXT. He got fired, and they kept me. I could tell he was devastated, but we weren't together, so I couldn't help him."
"Holy shit dude." She watches you watch him, and suddenly your eyes meet his as he was already looking at you. You had to look away. His gaze was always so intense. "I think he's coming over here."
"Y/N. Long time no see." He says, a pretty smile on his face.
"Yeah, it's been almost 3 years? Insane."
"Y/N, I'm forgot I have to head out to a meeting. Do you think you could take her home?" Your friend asks Swerve, and if looks could kill, she'd be dead.
"I'm sure he's busy." You try to decline, but when he takes the spot of your friend, you know what it means.
"I'll make sure she gets home. Good luck with your meeting." Swerve tells her, and she leaves the restaurant.
"You really don't have to. I can catch an Uber or walk."
"Deal with it, pretty girl." He says with a smirk, and your heart pounds in your chest. He takes a bite of his food, and you sit there in silence.
"So, how have you been?"
"Work is really good. Personal life is okay. But I can't tell you how good it felt to walk in here and see you."
"I've always believed in you. You know that, right?" You ask, and he nods. "I wasn't sure what we were when you had to leave, and so I didn't tell you."
"You don't have to explain yourself. I'm a grown man, I can handle myself."
"Well, you look so good. You look happy and healthy. I'm so happy for you." For some reason, tears threaten to spill over, and he grabs your hand.
"Thank you. But, don't be so modest. I knew you'd take off in your journalism career. You're doing interviews in all kinds of sports. How does that feel?"
"Incredible." You breathe out, and his stare continues to hold yours.
"You should come to the show tonight. I can have a couple of people do interviews for you. I don't think you've done any with this wrestling company before."
"Oh, no, that's okay. I'm actually off for a full weekend and want to take advantage of it."
"Okay, so how about you just come enjoy the show then? Then, maybe we could go out for a drink?"
"Is the Swerve Strickland actually asking me out on a date?" You fake gasp, and he laughs with you.
"I'm a changed man. What can I say?" He sits there waiting for your answer.
"Wait, you're actually being serious?"
"I am." He squeezes your hand, and all you can manage is a nod. "Good. We will swing by your place to get your stuff to change and then you can hang in my locker room until the show is over. "
