Chapter Four - Respect

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Respect noun

1. a feeling of deep admiration for someone or something elicited by their abilities, qualities, or achievements.

San Diego Comic Con, 12:52pm

After about an hour of autograph signings, I relieved myself from the Comic Con duties. Fans weren't really my forte to begin with. I slipped out of the back door with my hood up and wandered the streets until I found a bakery.

Pulling my hood down to get a better look at the display case I could feel my mouth beginning to water.

"Hello, welcome to Dream Sweets!" The teenage boy smiled. "What can I get cha?"

"Hm. Let me get -"

"Oh, hey. Excuse me sir," A guy came up on the side of me waving his cell phone. "I was first. I just had to take a quick call."

"Well you lost your place." I nudged him out of the way. "Now, as I was saying-"

He cut me off by nudging me back. "As I was saying."

"Don't get embarrassed." I warned. "Because I'll kick your ass over a brownie."

A smirk tugged at his lips and he fully turned his head to face me. "Do you know who you're talking to?"

"The most irrelevant member of The Shield?"

"You're cute. You know that?"

"I try." I grinned returning my attention back to the order boy. "I'll have a triple fudge brownie, A coffee, and a Cheesecake for this gentlemen over here." I nodded towards Rollins.

"You're gonna buy me something?"

"Yeah, I know your daddies might not give you enough for the adults menu." I tried to hand my card over the counter but he intercepted it.

"I am perfectly capable of footing my own bill." He snapped giving it back to me and paying with his own. "Cover her tab too. Seeing as how her Hall Of Fame bank account isn't here."

I smirked as the teen punched some numbers in the register and returned his American Express. "You two can move down there."

We followed his instructions getting into a short line for pick up.

"So where is your orgy crew?" I teased.

"I don't have an orgy crew." He said bitterly. "But my boys are at the Comic Con finishing up their stuff."

"Why aren't you there?"

"I'm not scheduled this year."

"Yah know, That's got to be pretty ego diminishing. I mean all the attention on Reigns and Ambrose -"

"Shut up."

"Can't take the truth." I smirked. "Not many can ya' know?"

"That's because you're just being ridiculous. I have just as much relevance as Dean and Roman. There would be no Shield without Seth Rollins."

"Who?"

"Fuck off." He muttered causing me to laugh as we moved up in the line. "What are you doing here anyways? You don't have a signing either?"

"Oh I do. It was supposed to be until three." I glanced at the clock where it was striking noon. "But for some odd reason crying girls and shy babies isn't how I like to spend my days."

He chuckled. "You're a real bitch you know that?"

"So I've been told."

The couple in front of us moved and we stepped up to the counter. I grabbed my cup and he grabbed the big brown bag finding a table to separate the stuff.

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