She watched him everyday. He sat quietly in the corner booth. His breakfast was always the same, The bacon, egg and cheese sandwich on wheat. With a large cup of black coffee. His scruffy appearance would make you think he was some kind of deviant, but that wasn't the case. He actually worked at the local textile plant and had been since he was 16 years old. He was now 29…and she sat quietly as she did everyday in the diner before work and watched him as he ate his breakfast and read a new novel.

Daily he would enter the diner with a thick book, and eat and read. By mid week he would have a new novel. From this distance she could see it was a James Patterson book, but not see the title. He always seemed so captivated in the books he read.

His 6'4 frame would stroll in, speak to everyone and go to his regular booth. The hat he wore, he would remove and run his fingers through his amber colored hair so he could fluff it up slightly and then wait for his breakfast.. Agnes, a frumpy older waitress that had been working at The Swain Quarters Grill, would walk over to him and smile.

"The usual Dean?"

"You know it beautiful, how are ya?"

"I'm pretty good handsome, I will be back with your order in a few."

"Ok angel" he said as his smile widened. She loved how his dimples had a mind of their own. When he smiled at her.

Today she, Jamie, had moved to a different area. She sat less than two tables away from him. She wanted to get closer to him. She didn't have the guts to speak to him, she wanted to give him a smile or nod or something and hope he would acknowledge her in some way. Although she knew she wasn't his type. She had done some snooping…his type was the short, blonde teeny women, maybe a brunette every once in a while…but she had never seen him with a black girl, much less a black plus size girl. She knew that probably wasn't going to change.

As she sipped on her coffee she saw him glance up from his book long enough to give her a smile. Her eyes dropped immediately back to her table. Her mind began reeling Did he just smile at me, he couldn't have just smiled at me…no way. She mumbled to herself. She then looked up again and his piercing blue eyes were focused on her. Turning around she looked behind her, to her sides and other areas, because there was no possible way he was looking at her.

Placing a folded page as a bookmark Dean rose from his table. Jamie began to sadden a little because she assumed he was going to get his order to go and leave. Well until he stopped right in front of her table.

"Mind if I take a seat,"

Looking up Jamie said nothing, basically from mere shock. Dean had seen this look before. The dough caught in headlights look. As he eased in the chair in front of her he smiled a crooked smile that he used on all of his admirers.

"So how many more weeks were you going to watch me eat."

"What do you mean" she said looking into her coffee cup

"I mean, that for over a month now, Monday through Friday you have come in here and watched me. You have watched me eat, order, bring other females in here and not approached me once. That's what I mean."

"I…I haven't been ummm."

Agnes walked over to the table and patted Dean on the shoulder and handed him his plate. Looking at Jamie she smiled and shook her head.

"So you gonna tell me what's up, or you just gonna sit there and watch me eat."

"I mean, I was going to approach you at one point, but I saw your type and knew I wasn't it, so I didn't."

"What are you talking about?, I like what I like, but I am an equal opportunity man. Everyone has a shot."

"I have not seen you bring one big girl in here, so I assumed."

"Don't do that though, never assume anything about me."

Looking up at him, she smiled and he returned the favor. His dimples always made her fantasize about him. So this didn't change a thing. She began to stare at him, as he munched on his plate. Looking up they locked eyes and the attraction grew. Dean had always been very bold so this was no difference. Sitting up slightly he leaned forward and allowed his lips to brush hers, to see how she would react. Biting his bottom lip she kissed him openly. Dean reached over the table and grabbed her hair. Jamie moaned slightly under his kiss as his tongue broke the seal of her lips. The kiss became more and more passionate and Deans hands began to roam down her neck, to her shoulders and then cupping her breast in his hands. Jamie's fingers danced into his hair and entangled itself.

Agnes cleared her throat as she watched the display in front of her. Dean and Jamie both looked and Dean smirked.

"Sorry beautiful, I'm done bring me both checks I am taking care of them both."

"You don't have to pay for mine ummm."

"Dean…Dean Ambrose, and I know I don't have to but I want to, and whom am I paying for?"

*Jamie Prescott."

"Well thank you for allowing me to get a small taste, can I call you tonight." He said with a smile handing her his cell phone. Which she looked at with confusion, "Put your number in the phone if you agree." Taking the phone she looked at him and smiled. His blue eyes focused strongly on her and not the phone. Jamie continued to stare at the phone and her fingers began to type. Dean touched her fingertips softly and she looked at him, her hazel eyes glistening.

"I am going to take you out to dinner, so I need you to be dressed at about 8:30. Finish typing your number so I can head on to work."

Her fingers typed quicker as shock set in. "Your…taking…me out?"

"Tonight yes."

Handing the phone back to him, she smiled. Looking at the phone he checked the number and called it. Jamie's phone rang and she looked at it and saved his number in her phone. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him "Your really taking me out?"

"Yes tonight."

Dean kissed her on her forehead and headed to the plant, ready for a long day at work.

Dean entered the plant and headed directly for his office. People thought of him as a party guy, but in all honesty he was a home body. On his days off he would watch movies, go out to dinner, and at times head out to a bar. He wasn't really into relationships because of past situations. So he didn't allow too many to get close to him.

Since the age of 16, he had worked at Lowell's textile, a local company that created different mechanical items that were shipped to other states. Starting as a packer his first paycheck was 432.81 and he though he was rich. From that day forward he focused on working and making money. Initially he dropped out of school to take care of his family, and then at the age of 19 went back and got his GED and then decided to try college. In which he earned his business degree and computer analysts degree.

Fighting from the bottom of the barrel he wound up becoming the CEO of the company. Hard work, dedication and struggle were what motivated him. He was the "different" CEO, because he had experienced so many things in his life he knew what struggling entailed, so he unlike most hired the people that wanted to work. He had several felons working for him..his only demand was they stay on the straight path…one arrest and they were done. His foreman was a drug dealer named Dallas Coven, at least in the eyes of the judicial system he was a drug dealer. Dean offered Dallas a job right out of prison and within less than a year Dallas became his hardest working employee.

Sitting at his desk, Dean went through his mail and some contract information. He knew he had a few meetings today but planned on being out of his office by 4pm. His secretary Eva walked in quietly. Her skirt short and tight. She had been trying to get his attention for almost two years, but she wasn't what he was interested in. Dean had gone through his "skank" stage. Dating strippers, club girls that others saw as easy. She was that girl.

"Good Morning Dean."

"Good Morning Eva, what's on the calendar today?"

"You have a meeting with the board of directors at 9:30, a meeting with a vendor at 2:30 and lunch with your friends Seth and Roman at 12:00."

"Ok call the vendor and move the meeting with him up to 11. I need the afternoon free so I can get out of here at 4 today."

"Hummm, you never cancel or change your meetings, must have a date or something important."

"If you must know I have a date, so I want to be out of here at a decent time."

"Fine, I will be at my desk." She said slamming several folders on the desk in front of him.

"What is your problem Eva?"

The fiery latina flipped her hair and turned and looked at him. She was determined to get under his skin. "My problem is you Dean, you won't even look at me the way a man looks at a woman."

"Eva, I am not interested, I'm sorry, but I just am not."

Eva looked at him with a slight bit of hurt in her eyes, and Dean continued looking at his paperwork. Eva walked out and Dean focused on figures and other information he would be giving at the board meeting withing the next 39 minutes.

Jamie left the grill in shock. Her mind still reeling from the kiss she had with Dean. In public no less. The air today in Cincinnati was crisp, Jamie loved this weather and loved her home. She headed to her part time job working at a local domestic violence center. Walking in, one of the counselors, Tammy walked up to her with a new case.

"Hi Jamie, we had a new lady come in last night. We saved her session for you."

"Hey, what's the background." She said as she took the file in her hands and hugged Tammy fully.

As she sat and read the file, Tammy explained that the young woman, named Priscilla had been raped and beaten by her on again off again boyfriend last night. She got away long enough to run up the street from his apartment to a local bar that she visited often and the bartender called the police. As Jamie listened her mind rewinder back to her eight year ordeal with domestic violence. The slaps, the punches, the choke outs, the cheating, the lies.

With every young woman she counseled she was reminded of those moments and she was raw with everyone she spoke with about it, that drew young women to her and that made her give herself back to them openly.

As Jamie finished her session with Princess ( her new nickname for Priscilla) her phone buzzed. Not looking she answered

"Hi this is Jamie, did you need to report an abuse case, or do you need a counseling appointment, what can I do for you?"

"Wow, I wasn't expecting that greeting. What do you do for a living?"

"Im a domestic violence counselor. How can I help you Mr. Ambrose? I have a client in a few minutes."

"Are we still on for dinner?"

"I don't know are we?"

"Ohhhh, you're a feisty little character. Text me your address, I have something special planned."

As she smiled to herself and agreed, while texting him. "I am kind of excited."

"You should be, I go all out when I do my thing."

"Do you now," she said as she gnawed on her pencil and her imagination started to fly

"Yeah, I do. You know what's funny? After watching you watch me, for over two months I feel like I know you or something. Its weird, and you know what else. I want you. I want to taste your lips again."

Her mind reeling she fanned her face and breathed deeply. "I umm, I have to umm go, my next client will be here in a few minutes."

"Until later?"

"Until later."

On each end of the phone it amazed them both how quickly a chance encounter could change your life.