Changes They Don't See

An Assist from Ambrose

Roman's POV

Jimmy Uso (New Text Message)

Ro. Taylor's first day! She isn't answering my texts, could you just check in on her when you get there?

Me:

She's prob just busy Jimmy.

Jimmy Uso (New Text Message)

Ok but... just say hey. Would ya please?

Me:

Man. I thought she could handle herself....You both said this!!!!

Jimmy Uso (New Text Message)

Listen, Nay will be there in a few hours. Just make your presence known then you can go back into your little antisocial bubble, cool?

Me:

Fine. I'm pulling up now. You. owe. me.

Jimmy Uso (New Text Message)

You da real MVP! Just think of it as a 2nd chance for your 1st impression since you bombed so hard last night bruh. lol

This already had not been a great day. I had already been on the phone with my ex all morning arguing about our daughter meeting her new "perfect" boyfriend too soon with barely any sleep and sufficient gym time. I wasn't exactly in the mood to make nice, especially with some woman who couldn't care less about who I was.

"Yo! RoJo!" My thoughts were disturbed by banging on the hood the car.

"Dean, if you dent the rental. You pay for the rental!" I got out quickly slamming the front door.

He lifted up his sunglasses and looked at the hood. "That's why they pay you the big bucks."

"What, the weddings got you tapped out already?" I lightly punched his shoulder and began walking into the arena. "Let's go, Ambrose."

Dean was my closest friend on roster. He was a pain in the ass but knew the most about my personal life and how I operate. He knew Joe and I knew Jonathan.

"So that package pick-up last night...your cousins smuggling drugs now or somethin'?"

"Bro.. where the fuck does your mind take you sometimes?"

"Right now... food. Let's get some chow..." He had already made his way to the dining area before I could object. Shit.

There were a decent amount of wrestlers and staff sitting and standing. My eyes roamed around the room in search for Taylor, maybe I could just get away with a wave and call it done.

"Roman!" Dean yelled from the row of food. "Come get some of this." He waved me over.

"Do you have to yell?" I watched as he piled his plate.

"What's wrong with you man... this IS my inside voice. You know you really should carb load....Chef BBBB!" Dean stopped hoarding to acknowledge the head caterer. "Word on the street is that you're leavin' us man. Say it isn't so."

"It's so. I gotta retire while everything still works down there, if you know what I'm sayin." He nudged Dean playfully. "But I am leaving you in good hands...Hey Taylor!" He motioned her over. "Gentleman, this is Taylor, she will be runnin' this show for me."

There she was with that smile again. She stepped away from talking to the guys from the New Day and walked to Mr. B's side.

"Taylor, this is Dean Ambrose.."

"Chef B! I didn't know it was bring your gorgeous daughter to work day! It's a pleasure to meet you." Dean took her hand and bowed causing her to giggle.

"And this is Roman Reigns."

"Oh yeah we've met already Mr. B but thank you for the introduction." I glanced at her and placed my hands in my pocket.

"Yeah Mr.B, we have met already." Her smile shrunk.

"Well ok...you boys make sure you make her feel at home." He looked between the three of us and stepped away.

"You got some big shoes to fill Taylor, that man is the GOAT." Dean stuffed his face oblivious to the tension. "But if he trusts ya, you should be good. And, if you need anything RoJo and I are some of the good ones."

"I appreciate that Dean." She responded with a smirk.

"Yup yup, you got it- now if you excuse me I see donuts." Dean wandered and left the two of us.

I cleared my throat as I watched her adjust trays. "So.. uh you good?"

"Yeah." She responded without looking up.

"Ok, then I guess I'll see you around." My feet decided to abort the rest of the conversation and exited the dining area to catch-up with Dean.

"Man, you're so caught up in your food you didn't even wait up."

"My bad, I thought I was being a good wingman and leaving you alone with the smoke show in there."

"What Taylor?"

"Mhm, I'm getting married and all but Renee allows me to point out if a woman is hot...plus the group chat is lighting up right now in agreement. Check your phone." Dean held up his phone. "See look- but wait how do you know this girl?"

"That's the package idiot!" I closed the locker room door behind us. "She's close with Jimmy and Jey, they gave her an assist with this job and they want me to keep an eye out for her."

"Oh... well I'm sure you'll be keeping a lot more than an eye on her."

"Dean!" I stopped unpacking my bag to stare at him.

"In a respectable manner of course." He straightened his back and got serious. "Well, I can help you. She seems like cool people to me but the way you acted out there- what was that?!"

"That's the thing, she hates me." I resumed unpacking.

"What you weren't your normal super sweet and social self?" He scoffed.

"Hey! Fuck you and your sarcasm." I flipped him off. "With the divorce and everything else I got going on... I wasn't very welcoming last night and just can't seem to recover from it."

"Well maybe it's cause you like her."

"Shit, why does everyone keep sayin that?!"

"I mean-" Dean tilted his head.

"Don't. That was rhetorical... I don't even know the girl."

"Alright alright. I'll work on damage control in the group chat and you work on just being friendly RoJo like asking her about her day or making a light joke here and there. Sound good?"

I switched out my shirt with my vest. "Yeah, I guess."

He began to leave the locker room then turned around letting out a snap of his fingers.  "You know what I'll have Renee talk to her and get her come to Trunk Drinks after the show.  She can mesh with OUR people and everyone can chill with a little liquor in their system."  He didn't give me a chance to debate.  "I am brilliant!  But I'll leave you to do your wet hair, hair gel, sexy big man thingamajigg or whatever you do.....Just wait you'll be in Taylor's good graces in no time RoJo!" 

The lunatic fringe has resulted to problem solving... what's the worst that could happen.