I'm a Lunatic for You

Dorky Smile

"...And there's the male locker rooms, you're DEFINITELY not allowed in there!" my brother teased me as he was giving me a tour backstage of WWE. My brother is Daniel Bryan. I love saying that. Neener neener.
"Alright, sis, I gotta go, I have a match in a few."
"Okay. Kill it out there. Make me proud!" I said with a cheeky smile as he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead then he walked off. I looked around, and had no clue where to go. This was my first time backstage, so I just decided to find a monitor to watch the rest of the show. As I turned around I bumped into a man.
"Whoops, sorry about that!" he said nicely. I looked up at his face and there he was. Dean. effin. Ambrose. I didn't say anything, I just stared at him, like an idiot.
"You okay?" he broke my stare.
"Oh, right. Don't be sorry. It's my fault. Guess I should watch where I'm going, huh?" I said and he chuckled. I blushed. Did Dean Ambrose really just laugh at something I said? Big Day.
"Nah, it's alright, you're just so short, I didn't notice you." he was right. I was short. Probably a whole foot shorter than him.
"Listen, I gotta go get ready, but I'll see you around?" he said as he was about to walk off.
"Of course, yeah." I said with a dorky smile. He walked off. Did Dean Ambrose just ask to 'see me around'?

Bryan's match was over, and I had got up to look for him so we could leave. I was so tired, and I don't even wrestle! It gives me more appreciation for all the superstars here. As I got up I ran into Dean.
"Whoops, sorry! Hey, it's you! Why does it always seem I meet you this way?" he chuckled.
"Yep, it's me." I replied.
"Uh, I should Probably introduce myself, I guess that's what gentlemen do. I'm Jon." he said goofily As he bowed. It made me giggle.
"Hello Jon," I said as I gave him a silly curtsie, "I'm...." wait, what was my name? Had I really forgotten my name? I looked like an idiot. Is that how starstruck I am? Perfect time, Anna. ANNA! THAT'S MY NAME!
"ANNA!" I yelled. He flinched.
"Hi... Anna," he said hesitantly. "Listen, it's been a long night, I gotta get some rest. How about I take you out to brunch tomorrow and get to know you better?" Did Dean Ambrose just ask me out?
"Of course! I like brunch." I mentally facepalmed myself. I'm an idiot.
"Cool. I'll pick you up around 10. Where are you staying?" he asked.
"Um, the place, down the y'know, road, thing." Ugh.
"I'll just assume you mean the hotel down the street. What's the room number?"
"450, I'm pretty sure." Hey! Congrats, Anna, an actual human answer.
"Alright. See you then. Hope you look as nice as right now." he Winked As he left. I did backflips inside.