You sighed. Pulling your bag onto your shoulders before heading out of the building. It had been one hell of a week indeed, with everyone working longer hours for more promotional events. You were exhausted. A hot shower and bed would be wonderful right now. It was week's end - finally - and you were grateful for it. But despite all the chaos something good had happened.
*Flashback 36 hours ago - Friday Night*
Boy oh boy, what a night. What a night indeed. You were absolutely exhausted and eager to get back to the hotel took and just relax. As you begin to grab your things you see a familiar figure surrounding you. Dean Ambrose. What was he doing here? His match finished hours ago.
"Well, well, well..." He started obviously in one his 'moods'.
Look who we have here" you rolled your eyes.
"Dean what do you want?" You asked snapping keen to get out.
"Wouldn't you like to know" he said, smiling quite deviously. It was at that moment you cursed silently under your breath. Damn him and his ways that knew how to get you to confide in him.
"It's actually something you might be interested in." Dean said after noticing the long pause.
"And what would that be?" you ask growing increasingly interested and annoyed with him. Dean paused looking at you
"Why don't we go out sometime." He says catching you off guard much to your disbelief.
"Sure" you say smiling.
"Consider it a date" Dean says before wandering off as if nothing had happened at all.
*Present Day - Monday*
"I don't know...." Your sister said.
"You know what Dean is like, the guy has a reputation."
"Oh come on!" You begin.
"Dean's not that bad, he's just well...different..." you finish trying to remain optimistic.
"I'm not going to say I support you when I don't" Your sister said crossing her arms.
"But if you are going to go on this date be warned, he will break your heart."
"Whatever you say sis" You respond, to which your sister sighs obviously quite concerned.
*Date Night*
You and Dean were wandering the beach. The soft, yet ever so warm white sand you could feel in between your toes on the beach. You were smiling.
Unusually so relaxed and unhappy.
"You look amazingly beautiful" Dean says, before smiling deep into your eyes, with his beautiful blue eyes.
"And you Dean Ambrose know how to win a lady." You say smiling.
"You might just be the sweetest boy I have met."
Dean chuckles and leans in and kisses you passionately. You walk back to the hotel, hand in hand with Dean. Where you two engage in a night of sweet passion and desire.
