Reese Morgan was twenty-two year old. She had black hair that was down just passed her shoulders and brown eyes. There was nothing particularly special about her. She was just average. Her parents died in an airplane crash when she was five. Her aunt Savannah raised her from then on. Savannah was like a second mother to her. Savannah owned a diner. Reese had worked there since she was fourteen. She liked her job she knew just about everybody. Her best friend Carrie was also a waitress there. They had been best friends for most of there lives. The diner was called "Tina's." It was named after Reese's mother, Savannah's sister. One of Reese's favorite things to do was paint. When she wasn't working that's what she did. She was pretty good to. A few of her paintings were hanging up in the diner. It was her day off. She was painting a picture of a lake with stars and the moon shining down on it. Her phone rang.

"Hello?" She said.

"Hi." Carrie said.

"What's up Care?"

"Nothing." "What are you doing?"

"What am I always doing?"

"Painting."

"That's what I'm doing."

"Wanna go shopping?"

"Well I could use some new brushes." "Sure."

"Do you wanna meet me there or do you want me to pick you up?"

"You can pick me up."

"Ok I'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"Ok bye."

"Bye."

Fifteen minutes later Carrie came. They were walking around the mall.

"I broke up with Michael." Carrie said.

"What was wrong with this one?"

"He was still seeing ex-girlfriend."

"What an asshole." "All men are."

"No just the ones I date." "Speaking of dating you should go out on a few."

"I'll pass."

"Oh come on Reese you haven't dated anyone since our senior year in high school."

"Yeah and you know why."

"Yeah I do and that doesn't mean that you can't go out and have fun once in awhile."

"Can we please not talk about this?"

"Don't you ever want to experience being in love?"

"I don't need love I have everything I need."

"Ok." "What about sex?"

"It can't be that great."

"How would you know?"

"Carrie I don't need love or sex or any of those trivial things." "All I need is my family, friends and painting."

"Reese-

"Carrie please I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

"Ok I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you."

"You didn't." "Want Dairy Queen I'm buying?"

"Ok."

The next day Reese left for work. It was a twenty-four hour diner. She was working the dinner shift seven pm to three am. It was Monday night. That was one of the quieter nights. Reese was working with Carrie. She went to the back and clocked in.

"Hey Carrie." She said.

"Hey."

"Looks like it's just you and me tonight."

"Yeah." "I hope we're not to busy."

"It's Monday we're never busy on Monday."

"That's true."

"Savannah wanted me to ask you if you wanted to help with the party she's catering next month."

"What day?"

"Saturday."

"Yeah but what's the date?"

"The seventeenth."

"I can't." "Are you gonna help her?"

"Yeah."

The night went on like normal. At around 11:30 a group of men came in. They looked muscular like they worked out a lot. There was about five of them. They sat in Reese's section. She went up to there table.

"Hello gentleman, how are you tonight?" They all said they were fine. "What can I get you?" When she got to the last person he smiled at her. "What can I get you sir?"

"Call me Randy." "I'll have waffles bacon and toast."

"Coming right up."

She put the order in.

"Reese that guy keeps staring at you." Carrie said. "I think he likes you."

"Get real."

"I'm serious." "He's hot."

"You want him."

"I wouldn't mind but I think he's only interested in one of us and it isn't me."

She took them there food.

"Thank you very much." Randy said.

"You're welcome."

"Do you have a name?"

"Reese."

"What a beautiful name."

"Thank you."

They ate there meals. Reese brought them boxes.

"Randy is there anything you want to take back to the hotel?" John Cena asked.

"Other then our waitress no." "She's cute."

Randy went up to pay the check. Reese was behind the counter.

"Did you enjoy your food?" She asked.

"Yes."

"Can I get you anything else?"

"How about your phone number?"

"I don't think so."

"Why not?"

"I don't even know you."

"You've never seen me on TV?"

"No."

"I'm Randy Orton."

"Randy who?"

"You don't watch WWE?"

"Nope." "I have to get this table." She walked away.

Later when she went clean off the table Randy used she found a tip, plus a hundred dollars with a note. It read.

That's for being such a good waitress. I would like it if you called me. 347-0120. – Randy

There's the first chapter. I hope you liked it.