Saturday flew in for AJ and after getting a text from Punk, telling her he would pick her up (which she insisted that she would go to his house, considering he had a broken leg) they finally found themselves walking down the Chicago road to whichever place Punk was planning to take her.

She hadn't dressed up for the occasion, she didn't really know what Punk was even looking for, was he just looking for a fling, a one night stand, a sturdy relationship, a future wife, she had no idea, so she didn't want to embarrass herself by dressing up, not that she would have dressed up anyway.

She felt terribly bad whilst walking down the street, looking at him hobbling along beside her, yet not a single expression of pain on him, he looked so smiley and happy, she liked to think she was bringing that out in him.

"So, how long are you staying at your friends?" AJ asked as they walked along the street after Punk explained that he was taking her to a square with lots of restaurants and bars, he'd been going for years with Dean and Seth and it made it all the more better than she hadn't been to it.

"Just until I feel like I'll be able to take care of myself again. It's not really my leg that's the problem, my full body is just sore, my neck has just wore off from the whiplash and my ribs are still killing me." Punk said, it was safe to say he was falling apart.

"I'm sure they'll take care of you for as long as you need them to." AJ smiled, obviously not knowing Dean and Seth.

"Yeah…" Punk just chuckled. He didn't imagine being more attracted to AJ than what he already was, but seeing her in normal clothes, even if it was just jeans and a t-shirt, she was adorable and he just wanted to spend his night looking across at her smiling at the ground and giggling to herself.

"So which place is it you're taking me to?" AJ asked him, walking into the square with the different restaurants, bars and pubs.

"Do you have any type of food in mind that you would like?" Punk asked her sarcastically sophisticated.

"I'm easy." AJ smiled, she did genuinely like any food.

Punk picked the least busy restaurant in the corner that mainly sold Italian food, which AJ was fine with and they both got a seat at the window. Punk, being in the condition he was in, they managed to find themselves in the corner of the restaurant, giving Punk easy access out of the table, not that he'd be leaving unless he needed to go to the bathroom.

"You break your leg and suddenly you get the best seat in the house." Punk chuckled to himself, still being the gentlemen and pulling AJ's chair out for her, looking at her smile at the little gesture.

Once they were both seated and had ordered food, not taking Punk long to decide, he didn't really venture out when it came to eating, AJ also just stuck to the food she knew, they began small talk that any first time daters would start.

"So where is it you work?" AJ asked him, taking a sip from the straw sat in her juice, looking on at him with dreamy eyes. She hadn't felt like this since she was a teenager.

"I work in a Tradepoint warehouse, just about 15 minutes away from here. Nothing special really." Punk shrugged, "I think I've gathered what you work as." He winked to her, watching her laugh, "You look like you don't get took out enough." Punk said.

He could tell just by her features and the way she looked around the restaurant, smiling outside the window at the different people walking by.

"I don't." AJ laughed, "I never really have time." She admitted with a frown, "I'm always working and if I'm not working, I'm catching up on sleep I've missed during the week." She said, watching him nod. She knew he was the understanding type already.

"Well, I'm glad I could take you out. You deserve it." Punk smiled, "Cheers to a good night." He said, lifting his glass as she did, clincking them together as AJ just smiled across to him, taking a sip from her juice before she sat it back down, keeping her eyes on him the full time. She felt so lost in him already and they'd only known each other for a week and a half. She was definitely glad that she was landed with him as her patient for the few days she did.

The night passed by and people came and gone in the restaurant while Punk and AJ stayed tucked in the corner, their night filled with laughter, good food and warm smiles, something that AJ never really got a lot of.

They'd shared some information with each other about the other, from their upbringing to their current life. Whatever they seemed to be talking about, she found herself smiling or laughing at Punks devilish charm.

"I don't think I've ever laughed so much in my laugh tonight." AJ smiled, having Punk walk her home, he insisted even with a broken leg that he would walk her all the way to her doorstep.

"So does that mean you had a good time?" He asked her.

"Yeah." AJ smiled, "I had a great time. Thank you." She smiled gratefully. It wasn't very often she got treated out to dinner by a very handsome man.

"So does that mean we'll do this again?" Punk smiled to her, hobbling along the cobbled pavement, watching her tuck her hair behind her ear and blush at him asking her out on a second date.

"If you can tolerate another night with me. I'd love to." AJ smiled, wondering why on earth would Punk be even interested in her anyway.

"Well… whenever you're free again." Punk suggested, figuring her house was the one she had stopped in front of.

"I'll text you." AJ promised him, she could accept a few more nights like this, where her ribs got sore from laughing and her jaw got sore from smiling, he really was something else.

"Ok." Punk nodded with a smile, "Goodnight AJ." He leaned over again like he did in the hospital, kissing her cheek as she blushed.

"Goodnight." AJ said, walking in the gate to her house, giving one final look to him before she headed on into her house, shutting the door over and leaning against it with a smile. God, he was so dreamy, she just got lost in his words and eyes, she didn't know what was happening to her, but she really liked him and for some reason, she already knew that he wouldn't hurt her.

He was like this superhero that had just landed in her life by fate and was picking her up from the same boring old routine she was living around.

After Punk hobbled back to Dean and Seth's, taking his time so not to strain himself, he found himself thankfully home, walking in and throwing his crutches away into the corner in anger, he wished he wasn't stuck in these crutches and this cast for any longer.

"Fucking crutches." Punk grumbled, hopping over to the couch.

"How'd your date go?" Seth asked, throwing over the last of his beer, him and Dean having a quiet night in watching the hockey game.

"It was good. Yeah." Punk nodded positively, lying back down on the couch, propping the cushion up for his leg, "Taking her out again." He smiled.

"You're really jumping in there aren't you…" Dean said, looking at Punk with an edgy look.

"I like her." Punk shrugged, "I don't think I've ever liked a girl the same way I like her. She's different." He admitted.

"Yeah, we all think they're different." Dean rolled his eyes, "Just be careful." Dean said.

"I'm a big boy, Dean. I think I'll be fine." Punk said rolling his eyes.

"You know what I mean." Dean said, "The last time we had any decent girlfriends, they all found out about our past and ditched us, don't lead the girl on until you break her heart." Dean said.

"Why do I need to tell her about our past, we've moved on from that. I'm not digging up old skeletons." Punk shook his head.

"I'm just saying, if you like her that much." Dean put his hands up in defence, only trying to suggest that Punk done what seemed like the right thing to do. Be straight with AJ.

"Yeah, I do like her and telling her about everything we were involved in before might risk the chance of losing her when I've hardly even got her. So no… I won't be telling her." Punk skimmed his eyes at Dean, looking at Seth sitting quietly in the corner with his next beer.

"Whatever man. Don't come crying to me when she dumps your ass 6 months into your relationship for not telling her the truth from the beginning." Dean stood up and headed for the kitchen with his and Seth's empty beer bottles while Punk just sank down onto the couch, running his hands through his face.

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