She found the wallet laying on the floor, near a wall in the hall of that arena where Raw was being held at. With Money in the Bank nearing, as was usual with any pay-per-view, it was becoming more and more hectic around the WWE with staff and superstars. So picking up the black leather wallet, Petula looked at the driver's license.

"Jonathan Good..." she read out loud looking at the picture. "Oh, it's Dean Ambrose's wallet."

That was one of the people she didn't want to deal with. Not that she talked to any of the superstars, it was sort of looked at as a bad thing if any of the lesser workers came in contact with the talent in the WWE. Petula was just an electrical engineer, making sure that the lights and all the sounds and stuff like that were in working order for all the shows. Comingling with talent was sort of looked down upon, but it wasn't banned. It was backstage politics at play with this. It was worse especially with the divas, if they thought a female was honing in on their territory with a guy there was going to be some backlash to that.

Petula shook her head. She'd been watching too many animal documentaries with the other staff members.

Where would Mr. Ambrose be? The show hadn't even started, there was still about an hour Raw started, and the only place he could be was where they set up catering for the superstars. Not that she was willing to go through that area but Petula didn't want Mr. Ambrose to loose his wallet if she handed it off to someone else. No, this was something she had to do on her own.

The technician headed towards the catering area with the intent on giving the superstar his wallet back and leaving. But she didn't see him, instead it was one of the other Shield members she found on the way to catering. It was the larger Samoan, who was walking towards her with a bottle of water in his hand. Sucking up the courage, Petula sort of stepped out in front of him.

"Excuse me, sir." He stopped when she stood directly in his path. "I'm sorry, Mr. Reigns, but I found Ambrose's wallet. Could you give it to him for me? I'm in a bind and I need to get back to work." She could feel the heat coming to her face as the man looked down at her, then at the black wallet in her hand and then back to her face. "I promise I didn't steal anything from it, I'm just in a big hurry."

"Sure. Thanks." He said, taking the wallet from her. "I'll give him the message...what's your name?"

"It's Petula. Sorry, I have to go." She turned around and hoped that she wouldn't run into anyone, she wasn't that small to begin with.

Joe Anoa'i, known as Roman Reigns to the WWE Universe, watched the woman. She was afraid, he could tell almost instantly. He'd had seen his fair share of shy people in his life to know she was petrified of him. But still, Jon had been griping about loosing his damn wallet and it was good that a fan hadn't found it. It was quite possible if that had happened Jon would find his drivers license on Ebay somewhere.

"Hey man, one of the staff found this for you." Joe approached his other Shield teammates in the men's locker room, tossing Jon his wallet. "Better be grateful it was her and not one of your groupies."

"Shit, she take anything?" Jon dug into his wallet and a quick scan of it later made him smile slightly. "Great, everything's here."

"She told me she didn't take anything." Joe said walking to the locker where his things were.

"Did you get her name?" Colby Lopez asked.

"It was a strange name, Petula I think she said. She wears glasses and her hair is up in a ponytail. Kind of chubby."

"She's fat?"

Jon shoved the younger Shield member. "Come on, Dude."

"What, it was just a simple question." Colby tried to defend himself.

"Not obese but she was sort of...big...ish" Joe clarified. "But what can I say, I have Rakishi as a cousin. From my heritage, it's sort of normal."

She was looking at herself in the mirror, a feat that was sort of hard to do. In her mind she looked like a pear. Petula pressed her hand to stomach and grimaced at the feelings she got when she looked at herself. Ugly...ugly, ugly, disgusting...worthless. Words of hate filled her head as she looked at herself in the mirror of that rest room. She tried to be possitive about herself, telling herself the good she did, how well she treated others reflected back on her...but...sometimes that inner thought just wouldn't go away. Telling her that she was fat, ugly...no man would want her. No one would want that dark blonde woman with those dark blue eyes covered by glasses. The fat cheeks and her nose that was too big for her face. Ugly. Fat. Worthless.

Leaving the rest room, Petula stopped when a group of the divas walked in front of her. AJ made a sound, as she usually did around Petula, a snorting pig sound. Her friends Summer Rae and Rosa Mendes laughed a long with her as they kept on walking. She wasn't a diva, she wasn't beautiful enough to have a man ask her out. As she dabbed the tear that was forming at the corner of her right eye, Petula turned right of the rest room only to have someone grab her elbow.

"Hey there, Sunshine." She stared at Dean Ambrose, eyes wide behind her glasses as he released her arm. "You're the one that gave Joe my wallet, right?"

"Um, yeah. I did."

"Thanks. I almost had a damn heart attack thinking some fan found it." He smiled as he adjusted the tape around his left wrist. "I'm Jon, Jon Good."

"Petula Clarke. It's nice to meet you, sir." She said respectfully as she held her hand out towards him, which he shook in return.

"Call me Jon. Tell you what...how about you come out to eat with the guys and me after the show, my treat. You know, for finding my wallet."

"I uh...don't know." She said, nervously rubbing her arm. "I've got to help with set up on the Main Event and SmackDown tapings tomorrow."

"What time do you have to be there?"

"Eight in the morning for set up. I'm usually gone by the time the main show starts."

"Well, we'll try not to keep you out past your bedtime. Come on...meet me at the men's locker room after the show."

"Look, I don't think..."

"Don't think, do. Do what you want to do. If you're not there, well then I guess I'll leave you alone. If you are there...free food on me." He smiled at her, giving her the hundred watt smile that included the dimples he rarely showed as his Dean Ambrose character. Maybe Jon Good was different from Dean Ambrose.

But still, to go against backstage customs of all female staff staying away from male entertainers, that was something she didn't want to break. It was already hard enough for her to work in peace without having some of the more bitchy divas making fun of her. What more trouble could she get into with a bunch of men she didn't know?

Was it worth the trouble? Was she was willing to risk everything for a guy she didn't know?

Yeah I know, I'm posting another story before I finished My Pretty Beautiful. Honestly, this idea came up and it sort of nagged me to write it since I'm so far ahead with MPB at the moment. This story has no relation to MPB at all. I just don't know if this will lead into something like MPB because that story is sort of my main focus right now.