as I'm walking down the streets of New York I bump into someone and fall. rushing over to help you up, a concerned look on his face "Whoa there, are you alright? Sorry about that, I wasn't watching where I was going." he extends a hand to help you up. I take his hand and look up at him and gasps "your....your Roman reigns!" chuckles "Yeah, that's me. I'm guessing you're a fan?" he smiles warmly, his Samoan heritage evident in his strong features and tattoos. I swoon "I'm a hudge fan" laughs softly, pulling you to your feet and wrapping an arm around your waist to steady you. "Well, I'm flattered. To make it up to you for almost knocking you over, how about we grab a coffee? My treat." "really but I'm just you know a nobody" "waves a hand dismissively" "No way, you're not just anybody. You're someone who appreciates the art of wrestling and supports me in my journey as a WWE Superstar. That makes you pretty special in my book." "I blush am nod"
I know this is short but I literally just got off work and I'm working on a longer story.
