Roman came walking all sweaty and with a smile on his face. He had just closed the main event of the evening, winning as expected as they were heading into Wrestlemania that Sunday. As always he was gonna go by a certain woman first before going to the locker room. He just needed the sugar rush her smile always gave him.
She wasn't like any other woman he had ever had feelings for. For starters, she was blind. She had felt his face in order to figure out what he looked like. It had been a different but good experience. She had rust red hair and soft honey brown eyes that she never hid away behind a pair of sunglasses. She owned her blindness and he loved it because those eyes were so beautiful.
She had been on the road with WWE for three months now and he had befriended her within the first week. He would never make a move on her or tell her about his feelings and that had nothing to do with the blindness. Her name stopped him. Saga McMahon. Another S first name, another McMahon last name. She wasn't Vince's daughter although he treated her like one. She was his niece, Shane and Stephanie's cousin, but still a McMahon.
His smile dropped when he reached the area she was seated in. There was several people in there but the one in front of her was the one stealing his smile. Dolph Ziggler. He had seen Dolph talk to her a couple of times now and it didn't sit well with him but what he saw right now was way worse. She was feeling Dolph's face and she was smiling while doing so. Roman turned around and headed for the locker room. He would come see her after his shower when Dolph hopefully was long gone.
"Roman," she smiled as he approached her.
"How do you always do that?" He chuckled.
"Your scent," she answered. "I was wondering what was keeping you but it makes sense if you showered first."
He pulled out a chair, sat down in front of her and placed his fingers on her knees. She always smiled when he did that. He lightly tapped her knees, playing with them in a friendly way.
"Can I ask you a favour?" She asked.
"Of course," he answered.
"Stephanie's too busy all week but if you have time one of these days, would you take me shopping? I need a dress for Hall Of Fame," she said.
His smile grew wider even though she couldn't see it. Her face dropped when he hadn't said anything after a couple of seconds.
"Forget it. It was stupid. You're too busy this week and men hate shopping," she said.
"No, no," he placed his hands fully down on her knees. "I just didn't think you were going."
"Well, I am," she said.
"You're right, I am busy this week but I have a hole tomorrow morning. Will that work for you?" He asked.
"Perfect," she smiled.
"So I'll pick you up at your room?" He asked.
"I can make my way down to the lobby on my own," she said. "Meet you down there at 10?"
"I'll be there," he promised.
She gave him a warm smile. How he wanted to feel her lips against his. No one would ever know, least of all her, but Saga McMahon had his heart. All of it. He could have any woman he wanted, he had been a player in his young days, he was Roman Reigns for crying out loud, yet he wasn't gonna do anything about Saga. She was his friend. Nothing more, nothing less.
"Are you done for tonight?" He asked.
"Yes, I was just about to leave before you got in here," she answered.
"Wanna head back to the hotel with me?" He asked.
Another smile as she stood up and grabbed her white cane. She folded it, put it in her purse and swung the purse over her left shoulder before reaching for Roman's arm with her right hand. Her soft fingers closed around his bare upper arm a little below his tee sleeve.
"Lead the way, Roman," she said.