He yanked my necklace off of my body. I turned to slap him, and that's when I knew who he was. His lip ring glistened in the position of the sun, and I couldn't help at blush and feel embarrassed with my anger.

He continued to smile at me as he dangled the necklace in the air. "I'm sorry I had to do this."

I opened my mouth, but there were no words I could say…hell there were no words that could even come out. "I-I…"

He continued to smile as he twirled the necklace around. "This is quite pretty. You didn't get this from a boyfriend did you?"

I felt my cheeks getting red. I haven't had a boyfriend in a few years…since I trashed the car of the cheating bastard. He deserved it…

He inspected the broken chain on the necklace. still haven't spoken a word; he took the necklace in one of his fists and he slid it into his large black hoodie pocket. In return, he pulled out a small notepad and pen. He clicked the pen and proceeded to scribble some words down. He ripped out the small paper and folded it. "I would really like to get this necklace fixed for you. There's a place just down from my hotel room." With his other hand, he grabbed mine, and he placed the folded up paper in it. He caressed my hand momentarily as I stood there in awe, still unable to process my thoughts…or form any words.

His smile was delicate. I wanted so badly to play with his lip ring. I've always dreamt about that since I first saw it.

"This is the address of the place. Please meet me there later tonight…how about around 7? You don't have anything going on tonight around 7 right?"

The first thing I was finally able to do since he first walked up to me…I nodded. And then quickly shook my head.

His smile was so soft and inviting. "If you have something going on, we can reschedule for tomorrow or something."

"No!" I was almost too quick to answer. His eyebrows shot up, almost as surprised as I was that I finally spoke. My knees were shaking uncontrollably in his presence. "I mean, I don't have anything going on tonight. Um, I would like my necklace back. You don't have to fix it for me. I can do that myself. I mean, I'm sure that chain is gonna be somewhat expensive…" I trailed off and looked down at my shoes. I felt embarrassed that I'd been rambling just now.

His touch made me melt. He lifted my chin and he smiled at me again. "Trust me, I want to do this for you." He put that small notebook and pen back into his pocket, and he put his hood up. That's when I realized it had started raining lightly. He shrugged. "So can I get your name?"

"Uh," was the only thing that popped out. Tell him your name, stupid! Stop acting dumb and just tell him your damn name! "I have a name." I'm gonna smack you so hard in the face later. I hope you know that.

He chuckled. "I have a name too. But I'm pretty sure you know what it is already, am I right?"

I nodded and finally smiled. I believe I was beginning to fan-girl. "Of course! Almost everyone in the world knows who you are! You're Phillip Brooks!"

He bowed to me sarcastically. "Alright, so it's settled. You know who I am, yet I haven't heard your probably beautiful name yet. Am I going to get that opportunity? Or am I going to have to wait until you show up tonight to get that?"

I blushed and nervously looked away. There were people crowded around, snapping pictures of this handsome man with their cell phones. Some people were even recording videos. But there were security guards between us and them.

Has it really been this loud around here? Has there really been fans this whole time screaming his name? I tried to look inside my mind…trying to figure out how the hell I missed what was going on around us. The remnants of the song Dreamweaver played harmoniously.

I finally cleared my throat and looked back up at him. He was still waiting for an answer. "My name…is Jessica." I blushed again. I was never fond of my name.

He nodded. "That is a very beautiful name." We stood there, staring at each other awkwardly while everyone else snapped pictures for Twitter and God knows what else. I'm pretty sure by now I looked like the twin of an apple…or a strawberry.

Finally he looked around. He waved to someone that I couldn't see (mostly because I was short and couldn't see over the crowd of people).

"Can I give you a ride back to your place Jess?"

Jess? No one's called me Jess since…that asshole. However, after that dramatic flashback, I shook my head. "I'm okay with walking. Really it's not that far."

He folded his arms. "I didn't spend the past ten minutes flirting with you to not give you a ride home. So let's go Jessica." He smiled deliciously again and turned towards where he had been waving. I wasn't sure if following him was the right thing to do.

As I glanced around, my auditory senses started kicking in, and there were girls screaming: "PUNK TAKE ME WITH YOU!" "I'LL GO WITH YOU PUNK!" "PLEASE PUNK I LOVE YOU!" "I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!"

I shook my head. He flirted with me! He picked me out of a crowd! Go with him Jess or you're never gonna forgive yourself! And so I did. I started after him, and I could hear the crying behind me. "IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!" "WHY HER!"

3 Months Later

The restaurant he took me to was a hell of a lot more fancy than I would ever be able to afford. I looked into his eyes. He's still as gorgeous as the first time I had ever seen him in person. "So tell me Phillip…why did you pick me? You could have had someone way prettier, or even more beautiful, but you picked me out of the crowd."

He chuckled. His dark grey suit matched the dark lip ring he wore. "Honestly Jess, your question caught my attention. Mine, and a lot of the other guys. I just happened to snatch you up before the other guys did." His smile was cocky.

I tried to remember. That day had been such a blur. CM Punk ripped my favorite necklace off my body, and then he gave me a ride back to my hotel. I met up with him later that night to get my necklace back, and he surprised me by taking me out to dinner. I couldn't just say no to CM fricken Punk!

Question…what was my question at that panel? I remember everyone else was discussing personal life and how the WWE Superstars felt about the personal time they got. I remember sounding bitchy when I said my question. Is that why I got his attention? Why don't you guys take more time off for your personal life if you miss your families so much?

I remember them all looking at me like…"who the hell is this bitch and does she even know anything about working for a living?" I didn't mean to sound so bitchy. My face turned red after that, and then I immediately wished I hadn't said anything at all….

"Why did my question appeal to you over the other ones?"

He shrugged and took a sip of his white wine. "Well…the way you asked it, caught us all off guard. It was so…straight-forward. See, it's not that we don't like to take personal time off, it's just hard to do that when everyone wants to do that at the same damn time. You get that right?"

I nodded. He proceeded to go on into a long narrative of how his personal life mixes in with the WWE. I tried to sound as excited as I could, but truth is…I was more focused on the way his eyes glistened in the soft glow of the lights.