After the drinks John took her back to his room where they had ordered supper and lounged on the couches just chatting everything from childhood memories to sad stories about friends they had lost. For once John felt like he was just a normal person living a normal live. And weirdly Kim had felt like his best friends for years.
John's cell phone went off and he excused himself to answer it.
"Hey love what you up to?"
It was his wife.
"Hey babe, just having supper in my room, waiting for the show."
"Are you still tagged with Randy Orton?"
"Ya, we're are fighting Sheamus and The Miz once again."
"When are they going to change the storyline soon? I'm not really feeling it anymore."
John laughed, "Sweetie I don't know I'm not the booker. But how long you going to be up tonight? Maybe I'll call you. I'm just trying to finish up supper before it gets cold."
"I don't know, but just call. I'll leave the phone by my bed. Have fun tonight and don't hurt yourself ok?"
"Yes don't worry, love you."
"Love you too." Liz hung up.
A bit of guilt hit John. He felt bad that he never talked to his wife that long. But he did have a guest and he knew though that if Liz knew, she'd probably demand to talk to her. She sometimes doesn't like the idea of him being alone with a girl she doesn't know.
When John came back Kim was still on the couch.
"Sorry, the wife," John made a face.
"That's ok," she got up and grabbed her purse, "It is getting late, I should head home."
"Hey no," he blurted out, "Why don't you come to the show? I can drag you backstage and the meet the stars."
She tried to smile but she wasn't doing a good job. "I don't think that's a good idea John."
"Why not?"
"I think that I should just forget about wrestling and move on."
He respected that but he was trying hard to take no for an answer.
"But you'll have fun. You said at the lounge that you weren't very happy."
She sighed, "Yes I know I'm not very happy but going behind the curtain to something that I always wanted to do is not going to make me as happy. I wanted to be a wreslter John, not a visitor. I can't do it."
He really didn't want to give in but he knew that he better. "Ok,"
Kim walked to the door and turned to look at John, he kind slumped to the door.
"So I guess this is goodbye then?" he said, trying to sound sad.
"I'm afraid so. Thanks for the drinks, and everything else I did have a wonderful time."
He didn't really seem to like this. But he didn't know why. Usually when he meets people he can say goodbye and move on but something about this day was just driving him nuts. He didn't want to say goodbye, for long. He wanted to stay in touch, he wanted to talk to her more."
"Are we ever going to see eachother again?"
She giggled, "You make it sound like we went on a date,"
To think of it, John suddenly felt like it was a date.
"I don't know, it depends," Kim said.
"On?"
"You," she said, "Whether you want to or not. I have no control of this. You are a busy guy, you go everywhere. I stay here."
After Kim had left his room suddenly felt very empty. He didn't seem to like it. Maybe it was just because he really didn't have many friends and well she was a new friend and usually like new friends you always wanted to hang out with them and get to know them. Maybe that was just it.
But something just didn't feel right. He looked around the room and he suddenly felt tired. He looked at his watch to see that it was already 6. Maybe it was good idea to head to the arena and go back to his world where he belonged.