It had been a long last couple days and all Aubree Jackson wanted to do was soak in the last few hours of sun on the patio of her new apartment.
But as she was walking out her phone buzzed.
She took a deep breath, knowing before even looking who it was.
Josh. He would have just gotten off work. This was the same time every night he would call.
They would have the same argument, and she couldn't take it anymore.
She was trying to be nice, but he just wasn't getting it.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"Yeah? That's all I get?" He asked.
"Who's with you?"

"I'm alone. I haven't had time to meet anyone." She told him.
"And why would it matter?"

"What do you mean, why would it matter?" He asked.
"Would you like it if I found someone else?"

"I wouldn't care Josh." She told him.
"We aren't together anymore."

"Why are you doing this?" He asked.
"Why can't we work on things? I know if you just give me another chance, I can be better."

"How many chances have I given you? How many times have I heard this?" She asked.
"I thought you got the hint a month ago when I told you I needed a break. I thought you understood when I left, moved more than a thousand miles away, leaving you standing there with nothing. I don't know how else to say that's its over. How many more ways I can tell you."

"You don't get to decide when it's over." Josh growled.

"It's over Josh. I just don't feel the same way I used too. I don't lo..."

"Don't even think of saying you don't love me." He yelled.
"That's not a road you want to go down with me, Aubree." The rage in his voice scared her, and she was glad she wasn't looking him in the face, because she knew she would have caved and taken him back, anything to stop the anger she knew was inside him.

"Please stop calling me." She said softly, hanging up her phone.
She swiped her phone, declining several of his calls, before putting her phone on silent and walking out onto the warm patio, loving the feeling of the warm concrete on her bare feet.
The sun was setting, sending beautiful colors across the sky.
She sat in the spare chair from her dinette set that she had placed out there the first day she moved in, thinking to herself that she really needed to go buy patio furniture, along with the numerous other things that she needed to purchase for her new place.
Her phone buzzed in her hand, a text had come through.
Josh had sent her a picture of a fire with some of her things laying next to it that she had left at his place.
Her favorite hoodie from college, several books she had left there, and lots of pictures of them together.
Another picture of some of the things in the fire burning. She leaned over and softly placed her phone on the ground, propping her feet up against the railing, slouching down slightly so that her knees where bent, closing her eyes, ignoring the sound of her phone, enjoying the last hour of warmth.

His eyes fell on the beauty as soon as he walked out his patio door.
Things were getting a little loud and crowded, and he needed a break.
He knew his friends were only trying to help him forget about missing home by inviting people over, but the last thing he wanted was a crowd in the one place he felt he could relax. After being on the road for more than a week, he wanted nothing more than to come home and relax, maybe work on his latest lego build. But after dinner out with a couple of the guys, people started showing up at his door.
He stood still looking over the women sitting on the connecting patio.
His eyes flashed instantly to her hands laying across the lap, searching for a ring on her left hand, none being there put a smile on his face.
He shook his head at himself, never really caring if someone was married. He was married to his career, married to his goals, relationships always took a back seat to that. But he still couldn't tear his eyes away from her. Her bare feet propped up on the railing, her toes painted black with a pop of pink swirled in the polish, her skin slightly tanned, it looked soft as silk, her shorts had ridden up, giving him a glimpse of her upper thighs, how he wanted to reach over the thin fencing separating them and touch her. She was wearing a tank top that showed off her slender figure, her dark brown chocolate hair hung down well past her shoulders with the same color pink finishing it off as was on her toes. Her facial features looked perfect to him. He couldn't find one blemish, one irregularity.
He knew the apartment next to him was one that WWE took care of, but she didn't strike him as a wrestler, not that she wasn't in shape, she just had a different look about her.

"Hey, what are you doing?" A voice called behind him, making him jump.
He turned to see Sami leaning out the screen door.
He put his finger up to his mouth, then pointed to the women sitting there, he held up his phone.

"I gotta make a call." He said softly.
"I'll be there in a minute."
He sat down in the chair closest to the railing, sitting there silently for a few minutes.

"What's so bad that you have to hide from your own party?" Her voice fit perfectly with her body.
Soft and calm, but at the same time almost musical.

"How'd ya know I was still out here?" He asked, his Irish accent coming out thick and he worried if she could understand him, her eyes still closed.

"Your chair squeaks a little when you sit in it." She smiled over at him, finally opening her eyes.
He smiled, her blue eyes were as beautiful as her.
"So why are you hiding from your own party? I ask that assuming you're the one who lives here."

"I am, but I wouldn't call it my party." He answered, standing and holding out his hand.
She stood and took his hand.
"I'm..."

"Finn Balor. I know. I've stalked your twitter on a few occasions from the corporate office." She smiled.
"Aubree Jackson. I'm the new Head of Social Media and talent relations for NXT."

"Ah, Hunter did say that there was going to be a new social media person starting soon." He smiled.
"Ya can call me Fergal though, Mrs. Jackson."

"That would be Miss, but Aubree, or Bree will work." She smiled.
"If you want privacy to make your call, I was heading back in anyway."

"Finn, are you coming back in?" A brunette asked walking out and standing next to him.
Aubree watched as Fergal moved slightly away from the girl as she leaned against the rail right next to him.
"Oh, hi, I'm Peyton." She said, leaning across Fergal holding out her hand.
Aubree took it.

"Aubree Jackson."

"Awe-bree is the new Head of Social Media Hunter was talkin about." Fergal told her, and Aubree couldn't help by smile hearing him say her name.

"It's nice to meet you." Aubree smiled.

"I'll be back in here is a minute." He told her, waiting until she had given up and went back in before turning back to Bree.
"You're more than welcome to join us."

"Join you to a party you're actually hiding from?" She asked making him laugh.
"As tempting as that sounds, WWE has a policy about back office staff fraternizing with onscreen talent. I'm not sure to what extent that is held in NXT, but I know at headquarters you can do a business lunch, but that's it, no outside activities, and I'd rather not get in trouble before my first offical day of work. So I'll have to pass."

"I understand that." He forced a smile.
"It was nice meeting you."

"Yeah, you too." She told him bending down to grab her phone.
"I'm sure I'll see you around, us being neighbors and all."
She smiled at him.
"Goodnight Fergal."

"Goodnight Bree." He said, as he watched her turn and walk into her apartment.