Randy followed behind his father into a large building they were going to have adjudicator meeting with a family, Randy was not looking forward to it, he could of just stayed in bed all day with his TV that sounded like heaven to him, maybe him and John could have gone to that posh wine bar tonight. John had cancelled him that night, something about him working late it confused Randy, John wanted to work late instead of spend time with him?
"Randall! Are you listening to me?" his father asked
"sorry dad," he shrugged
Bob sighed to himself this boy really needed to get his head out of the clouds, he was planning an early retirement and he wanted Randy to take the reins he rubbed his temples as they entered a boardroom. As everyone got settled Randy went in search of a drink, he found a water fountain and grabbed a cup he looked up and thought he saw John, he blinked again and noticed it was John, he dropped the cup and called his name out. John didn't hear him so Randy went up to him, john went around the corner and Randy watched him pick up a hoover.

Randy frowned to himself and his jaw dropped when he saw John use the hoover around the conjoining office. "Hey Cena!" John switched the device off and looked to see his boss Shawn headed towards him "Can you empty the bins on the second floor, then you can go,"
"sure thing Shawn," and John went back to hovering the carpet, Randy was in shock. John had lied to him, but only that he was a cleaner! That's what he did for a living? Seriously? Randy face palmed himself, how had he let himself fall for a lowly cleaner – good god what would all his friends think of him dating a 'domestic worker', he would be a laughing stock!

Next Day...

John was at his desk munching on a sandwich he was a bit unsure as to why Randy hadn't called him in a few days but he figured he had been busy at work, he carried on typing away when his social work boss entered. John stood up abruptly "Mr Helmsley Sir?"
"Hello John, please sit down,"
"I have good and bad news,"
John's face fell "OK sir,"
"The bad news is you won't be an intern here anymore," John's heart fell, all he'd ever wanted was to be a social worker a proper social worker, not an intern, not a social care assessor and actual social worker and now, well who knew? "The good news is we'll be employing you on a more permanent basis from next month,"
John wanted to scream but that would so unprofessional so he held his hand out, "Thank you Mr Helmsley Sir," the larger man smiled at him "you can call me Hunter – do you want me to call Shawn and tell him you are no longer working for him?"
"Erm, well I'll probably need to get a few more shifts until everything is finalised here?" Hunter nodded and proceeded to close the door, John jumped and down like a small child with a big smile on his face – John Cena, Social Worker. He'd done it, the first thing he did was call Randy, and he wanted to celebrate.

"Hey there," John went to kiss Randy but the taller man turned his head so John kissed his cheek instead. John took a seat "Do you want some coffee?"
"Erm no, can we make this quick? I have places to be,"
"Well I wanted to wait until tonight, but I want to tell you now, I guess I've been promoted."
Randy had his hands in his coat pockets scoffed loudly "What, to head housekeeper?"
John turned sharply to Randy "What?"
"you heard me, when were you going to tell me that you were a cleaner," he hissed
"I, I'm not a cleaner, at least not anymore – I'm a social worker," John held his hands out
"then why did I see you at the Hazard building cleaning?"
"Because that was how I make my money; by cleaning, Randy I was an intern at _" John started, but Randy cut him off
"Yeah and? You couldn't be honest and tell me that?"
Now John was getting heated up "And what if I did? Would you have still gone out with me?"
"Of course not, you're a cleaner – you clean other people's mess up for a living! Hold on, that's why you tidied the table up on our first date, and that's why you have a discounted membership at the gym - it all makes sense. You're poor"
John hardened at that "I am NOT Poor Randy, I just earn the basic minimum wage to get me by. I was an intern ok? I had to earn money to feed and water myself – cleaning was the only thing going,"
"Whatever, I can't believe it a cleaner – cleaning is for the lowest people on this earth. I mean it's cleaning!" Randy made a puking motion with his face
"Excuse me?" John placed his hands on the table "The lowest people? There is no shame in being a cleaner, at least I'm not a lazy ass sponger that still lives with his parents!"
"How dare you talk to me like that!" Randy pounded his fist on the small wire table.
"Randy I once told you that people can't see what's inside of you and I wish I hadn't of got a glimpse of what was inside of you because you my friend are downright ugly. I always wanted to be a social worker but I had to work extremely hard to get it, you got your law degree handed to you on a plate,"
"You shut your mouth John," he pointed fiercely at John
"No, I won't. I had to work for free in a 9-5, 5 day a week job to keep myself going. I need to earn money, my boss husband owns the cleaning company I work for and he was kind enough to give me job ok? I live on my own, I have to scrape and save to be able to look nice, eat in fancy restaurants and pay off my college fees ok, I can't believe you'd be ashamed of me because of that,"
"John, do you know what people would think of me if I told them you were a cleaner?"
"Oh My God Randy – why does it matter?"
"It matters to me, I can't be associated with _"
"Forget it Randy, I thought you were different," and with that John wrapped his scarf around his neck and walked away leaving Randy sitting there staring at the floor.