Author's Note: Hey guys! I've been a long-time reader here, and this is my first attempt at writing something of my own. The idea popped into my head the other day and I was compelled to write it out! I'm not sure if I'll continue this as a multi-chapter, so let me know what you think. Though I'm open to requests. Hope you enjoy!
"It Started in April"
If one were to take a look at the streets of New York City this morning, they'd likely see three things: a Starbucks on almost every corner, piles of garbage for pickup day, and tourist blocking the sidewalks. While this is considered mildly annoying by most New Yorkers, Adrien Rivera is being driven up a fucking wall. Anyone paying attention could see that she was in a rush by the way she was desperately trying to maneuver around the hoards of people in front of her. However, after the third failed attempt, she yelled "Excuse me!" leaving the poor unsuspecting families no choice but to jump out of the way as she sprinted past them. Those close enough could hear her muttering, "Fucking shitsnacks...gonna be late!"
Adrien fought to catch her breath as she rushed up to her job. Her roommate had accidentally taken the keys to the shop this morning and she'd had to haul ass to go get them. And of course her train ended up being delayed, leaving her no other option except running the rest of the way there. She had just been promoted to keyholder at Barney's Sandals for the summer and she was already fucking up. While her boss was super chill, Adrien had to do well if she wanted to be kept for the off-season. No pressure. At the very least her customers were cool. She enjoyed watching the frat boys get ready for beach season, helping the little kids try on sandals for the first time, and of course there was the occasional celebrity walking in too.
Shuffling over to the lock that raises the gate, Adrien realized there was someone sitting under the tree in front of the store. 'Shit. Probably waiting to come in. Please be cool.' She tried not to look at him as she rushed over to the door in case he was one of the irritable types. Unlocking the door, she called over her shoulder, "Sorry sir! Give me just a couple of minutes to set up and you can come in, okay?" If he said anything, Adrien didn't hear it as she closed the door behind her. She rushed around the store flicking on lights and monitors, pulling off her hat and outer shirt as she went. 'It's too hot for these anyway,' she thought as she fed the goldfish behind the register.
Once the inside was ready, Adrien grabbed a broom and headed to the front door. Propping the door open, she offered the man a smile and let him know the shop was ready for business. He just looked at her for a few seconds and nodded as he finally got up and went inside. 'Well that wasn't weird.' Adrien thought as she swept outside the shop. She hoped he wasn't angry for the late opening. Angry or upset customers were less likely to come back. Definitely not good for business.
"Positive thoughts girl. It's just one guy." she mumbled to herself. Adrien glanced inside to see if the man needed help and she caught him as he was looking away from her. Was he looking at her tshirt? She couldn't be sure as he was still wearing sunglasses. "I guess he's not a wrestling fan." She smiled to herself as she checked her work one last time and went inside. The man was still browsing and didn't look to be in any rush. Deciding to give him another minute before seeing if he needed help, Adrien pulled up her email. Summerslam wasn't coming up for another couple of months, but she just wanted to look at her tickets again. It was her first pay-per-view and she couldn't wait! She had been to a few house shows, but there's nothing quite like seeing her favorite wrestlers in a pay-per-view setting.
"Hey. I actually have a question about your sandals. Think you can help me out?" Adrien was startled out of her thoughts by the man finally speaking. "Of course! One second please," she said closing her email. She was straightening out her Dean Ambrose tshirt, when she froze, eyes widening slightly. Wait a damn minute. She knew that voice anywhere. But it couldn't possibly be him. Not in her shop. Adrien heard him removing the sunglasses and she took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she let out the breath slowly as she turned around. When she opened her eyes she was standing face to face with Seth Rollins.