Author's note...I own nothing except me. Min, Lan, and Derek are all made up. Kowloon's however, is an actual restaurant. I went once when I was in college...i barely sat down for dinner because i was looking at the pictures of the wrestlers from my youth that was mixed in with other celebrity pictures.

The beginning of this struck as I was writing progress reports for my students. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"For God's sake, I PROMISE!" I said getting frustrated. "I'll come in the back door, get my stuff, and go home. Nobody will see me!" Min nodded.

"Good," she said, "see you tomorrow." She turned and walked back into the dining room.

"Jesus Christ!" I said to Lan, Min's oldest son who was standing by the stove, "does she think I'm going to run naked through the restaurant?"

"You're lucky to still be here. Mom and Dad escorted everyone else out to their cars and watched them leave."

"Really? They take the WWE seriously."

"You better believe it. Those people spend A LOT of money when they come in here."

I let out a sigh. I SO wanted to be here when the wrestlers got here. Especially Stephen Farrelly…otherwise known as Sheamus. Lan knew of my obsession and found it and me amusing. I said goodbye, walked out the back door into the darkness, and headed for the 24 hour gym two doors down from the restaurant.

Let me back up. I'm Michelle, I'm 32 and I grew up in Saugus Massachusetts. My parents, being good Jews, love Chinese food, so we went to Kowloon's a lot when I was a kid. Kowloon's is the restaurant where the WWE goes for food after a show when they are in Boston. Signed pictures line the wall of the establishment from movie stars to sports stars, including wrestlers.

I went to college in Boston to be a teacher, swearing I'd never move back to Saugus, but after a great deal on an apartment, and my parents offering to pay the down payment…here I am officially a townie.

I worked at a preschool in Melrose a year before it closed. Seemed the director was stealing money. This left me jobless. I ran into Lan, at the gym one day. He and I had gone to high school together, and he mentioned that the restaurant was looking for a hostess. He said he'd talk his parents into hiring me. He called me the next day to say I was hired.

I opened the door of the gym, and paused to let my eyes adjust to the light.

"Hey Michelle," Rob said from behind the desk.

"Hi," I replied, scanning my card and looking at the time. 11:05PM. I'd get a run in, do some weights, and sneak back to Kowloon's to get my stuff and go home. Perfect.

I left the gym at 12:10AM and walked back to the restaurant. Quite a few tour buses were in the parking lot. I snuck in the back door to find complete chaos. Min and Lan were cooking at a furious pace, and Derek, Lan's father, rushed back into kitchen completely out of breath.

"They want another beef with broccoli," he said. Min let out a stream of what sounded like curse words in Chinese, which stopped me in my tracks.

"Do you need help?" I asked. The three of them stopped in their tracks and looked at me.

"When did you come in?' Lan asked.

"Right now. I'm just getting my bag." Min, Derek, and Lan started rapidly talking in Chinese.

"We need you," Lan finally said to me.

"What happened to kicking me out?"

"That was before twice the amount of people showed up," he said. I grinned.

"This would probably be a good time to ask for a raise." Min looked ready to say a few more curse words.

"Just take this out," Derek said putting an order of scallion pancakes in my hand. I back through the door and turned to face 40 people sitting at various tables in the dining room.

"Who gets the scallion pancakes?" I yelled at the room. 40 pairs of eyes were on me.

"You're not Min," Paul Levasque, otherwise known as Triple H said to me.

"No, I'm not. I'm Michelle, one of the hostesses here. Now who gets the pancakes?

"That would be over here," A large arm went up in the air. Paul Wright, a.k.a the Big Show was sitting at a table with Stu Bennett, known to the WWE universe as Wade Barrett, and the main character in my dirty thoughts…the Celtic Warrior himself.

Oh shit.