A/N: a.j. styles x becky lynch
You, do you remember me
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life
Going back in your mind to that time?
"Excuse me madame, do you know how I can get to a local cafe?" she asked a middle aged woman.
The woman turned to her direction, giving her a strange look. "Guten Tag! Geht es Ihnen gut?*"
The seventeen-year-old had no idea what to respond; she stayed frozen for a moment, looking like a fool with nothing to say.
"Um, I have no idea what you just said Madame, but all I was asking is where can I find a cafe?"
The woman shook her head. "Es tut mir leid...Schönen Tag noch!*"
With those last confusing words, the woman left the orange-haired young woman standing. "All I wanted to know is the location to a nearby cafe shop!" she yelled, but the woman never turned around.
Becky kept walking, holding two suitcases on both hands. She had been searching for a resting place, but no luck whatsoever. Her head was hurting from all the thoughts; she could not believe she lost her map in a train.
"Now, how am I supposed to locate a cafe...I need some calories," she thought as she glanced around the city of Berlin.
Suddenly she felt someone patting her back. "Guten Abend, wie geht es Ihnen?*"
"Um, I am sorry... you must be confusing me with someone else, sir," she answered.
"Woher kommen Sie? Du bist eine interessante Frau.*"
The man had this gaze of malice; not just that, but she could notice the lustful glare he was sending to her. She did not plan her trip to Germany to be so vulgar.
"Nein nein*...go away you dirty man," she continued walking forward until she eventually saw a cafe shop.
Rebecca Quin sat down on one of the available seats, waiting for any waiter or waitress to bring out the menu. She had to admit the place seemed descent; something she did not have in mind after the poor experiences she had gone through today.
"Waiter!" she called, trying to get the attention of someone.
A young man headed to her table, waiting patiently for the young lady to order. As Becky felt another presence behind, she turned around to looked him straight in the eyes.
"The menu, please!"
"Sprechen Sie Deutsch?*" he asked.
"I do not understand... let me use google translate," she said as she took out her phone from her purse.
She typed the words she wanted to use in order to communicate with the handsome waiter. "Wait, let me type what I want to tell you before you say something, ok?"
The waiter nodded as he stood by a few seconds before she finally handed him her phone.
"Hallo! Ich heiße Becky. Ich möchte gern den Hähnchen mit Reis. Und zwei Glas Wasser bitte. Ich muss auf meine Figur achten!*" he read aloud from the screen.
He could not contain his laugh - the last detail she added was out of context, but if she was concerned for her weight then so be it. When was he going to tell her he spoke English too?
"You comprehend my message...and if you find it funny, then Google did an excellent job."
The waiter dismissed himself to have her order prepared as soon as possible. Becky was enjoying the view from afar; the waiter was pretty cute - his baby blue eyes drew her attention to him the most. She forgot she was in another country, and they spoke other language, this time being German. Google Translate exceeded her expectations. If the waiter laughed, it was a positive sign.
"Your chicken with rice, Miss Becky...and the two glasses of water," the waiter said, holding a tray as he carefully placed her dish and glasses of water on the table.
"Thanks, you are not a bad looking waiter...when are you off?" she asked before taking her first bite of the chicken.
"Not bad looking? Sweetie, you picked the wrong guy to make fun of," he immediately answered.
So he speaks English...what an interesting man...
His accent was adorable - it was a mixture of German with English. She could tell he was a southern boy from America. Her objective was not to play with his emotions; she only wanted someone to walk with around the town, and to help her with the language barrier.
"Oh no, you understood me wrong...I was wondering when you will be available so you can walk with me around the city...you know I need assistance with the German language."
This was the first time he believed a foreigner; all the time women will try to flirt with him. He was not working to get women to notice him, but to earn sufficient money for his future wrestling career. His best friend Jericho was finishing his last semester of college while working at an independent show in Mexico. Jericho encouraged him to move to Germany, and work at the cafe because the pay was pretty neat. He was only eighteen about to turn nineteen in a few months.
"Fine, but no tricks...I will help you."
Becky clapped. "Thanks, and I promise you will never regret it."
The clock hit eleven, and Allen was done with work. Although he was exhausted, he had a mission to walk the young woman throughout the city. At this hour, the weather was a bit chilly, but he always carried an extra jacket just in case his body needed heat.
"It's cold," she stated as she shivered.
"Around this time, the temperature drops so the climate tends to be cool," he responded as he placed his jacket around her arms.
Becky chuckled at his generous gesture. "Thank you...I do not even know your name."
"My name is Allen Jones."
"Nice to meet you AJ...so what brought you to Germany because I feel like you are not from here."
"A couple of months ago, I graduated from high school...I moved to Germany to earn enough money for my dream career...I want to wrestle in the WWE one day," he responded, looking down at his freezing hands.
"Hey don't be shy...I actually want to be a wrestler too, but I fear no one is going to take me seriously...I want to show them I can learn to wrestle," she said as she signaled the young Allen to a bench.
"If others made it to the wrestling business, then we can," he blurted out.
Those were the words she remembered from him; she had an extraordinary night with him, talking almost about everything. She liked his easygoing personality and how he shared the same dream as her. Now, she was having her first title match against Charlotte. She had talked to Charlotte for a meager amount of time. The blonde was kind, but she took the business seriously.
"The following match it's for the WWE Woman's Championship...introducing first, being accompanied by Dana Brooke and Ric Flair ...from The Queen City, Charlotte!
The crowd booed for the blonde woman; she was a heel at the moment.
" And her opponent from Dublin, Ireland...Becky Lynch!"
She received a huge pop which meant she had to do her best to not screw up her first title match.
The thirty-two-year-old made her way to the ring, ready to win the woman's title from Charlotte.
The match had a mixed reaction from the crowd with Charlotte winning and retaining the title. Charlotte, Dana Brooke and Ric Flair walked inside the Gorilla, making it all the way to backstage. She followed them behind but before she could thank Charlotte for her aid in the match, someone grabbed her hand. Becky stared at the man in front of him, only to stop by the sight of those enigmatic baby blue eyes. It was him, the sweet guy she met at the cafe back in Germany. Fifteen years had passed since that day, and this time both were present in the same arena. She did not think the guy who received a huge approval in the Royal Rumble was the same guy she met years ago.
"Becky Lynch, how are you darling?" he asked as he showed her the most sincere smile she had seen in her life.
"Great for my first title match...it has been fifteen years Allen...you are a popular star around the world, and I'm barely starting to make history."
She adored that term of endearment - darling. Oh how she dreamed to talk to him more, and get to know him.
"You know what Lass Kicker?"
"Yeah?" she replied.
"You are still beautiful as the day I met you, and I love your cute Irish accent" he said without hesitating.
"Um, I-"
He placed a silencing finger against her lips. "I would like to talk later with you."
She was at a loss for words; unable to think of something to say to him. The only thing she could think to tell him immediately was what her heart felt. By the corner of the backstage area, she noticed Luke Gallows and Karl Anderson smirking at the lovely sight.
"Your friends are waiting for you, AJ Styles...it was nice seeing you again...I hope next time it is forever," she blurted out before leaning forward to give him a quick kiss on his lips.
"I hope so too, Becky Lynch..." he smirked, leaving the backstage area with his two Bullet Club buddies.
A/N: i hope you liked it...not the best at writing romantic scenes, but i tried... i chose German because i took a year in college...i could have done French, but that was eons ago when i was in high school...
this was inspired by the song "somebody's me" by Enrique Iglesias (i have been listening to his old songs all day)
German Words Translated
1. "Guten Tag! Geht es Ihnen gut?" -hello! are you all right?
2. "Es tut mir leid...Schönen Tag noch!"- i'm sorry...have a nice day!
3. "Guten Abend, wie geht es Ihnen?"- good evening, how are you?
4. "Woher kommen Sie? Du bist eine interessante Frau."- Where are you from? You are an interesting woman.
5. "Nein nein"- no no
6. "Sprechen Sie Deutsch?"- do you speak German?
7. "Hallo! Ich heiße Becky. Ich möchte gern den Hähnchen mit Reis. Und zwei Glas Wasser bitte. Ich muss auf meine Figur achten!"- hello, my name is Becky. I would like chicken with rice. And two glasses of water. I have to watch my weight!
