Somehow, some-fucking-how, Paige managed to drag AJ along to lunch in sunny as hell Orlando. Under the guise of seeing her house and letting her stay, Paige completely left out the part where she was running errands before going home. Of course, with AJ's way of thinking, since this wasn't part of the plan, the day couldn't have possibly gotten any worse. Or maybe she just thought that because it was hot and she was feeling extra emotional that day. Returning to WWE, getting divorced, and getting hit on in the same weekend as said divorce was a firecracker to AJ's mellow attitude recently.

"Paige, are you done yet?" AJ whined for the umpteenth time. Hanging out with her bestie in Florida wasn't all bad. But she insisted they walk all over the place. WALK? Seriously? When AJ had a company car now?

"Hush, sweet heart," Paige replied calmly. "We're gettin' lunch at my favorite cafe now."

AJ rolled her eyes. "Ugh, finally," she sighed, over dramatically dragging her feet alongside Paige.

The two women sat on the outside patio of a fairly modern style cafe. A waitress came by and took their drink order. AJ asked for a beer but, making AJ almost fall out of her chair from a stroke, the polite woman said they didn't serve alcohol. Reluctantly, they decided on water.

"So," Paige began. "I watched you on RAW last night. You seemed very happy to be back."

AJ, as much of a fowl mood she was in, managed to smile a little.

"I am... SO freaking happy to be back in WWE," she said. "I get to see all my old friends. Some of the guys that were in NXT the last time I was here are now on the main show. Dean tried to sleep with me. I got seven hundred retweets on my Twitter page. Life is finally getting good again."

Paige cocked an eyebrow. "Dean... Dean Ambrose? Where was he?"

"Last night, at the bar," AJ said. "He was sulking in the corner. Since I was already doing that, I guess he saw that as a way to strike conversation. We shot the shit, told a few jokes, and then he asked if I wanted to go back to his room."

"And you said no?" Paige asked, a surprising amount of shock in her voice.

"Yeah, dude, why would I say yes?" AJ asked.

"Because he's hot," Paige chuckled. "I mean, get passed the greasy hair and asshole attitude and you got yourself a hunk."

AJ shook her head. "If you say so. He was just so forward after we had a pretty cool conversation. I don't know why it was so off putting. Plus, he just got divorced, and so have I. I don't need to be anybody's bed fellow this soon after breaking up with Phil."

"Baby girl, listen," Paige set her hand on AJ's. She quickly pulled it away after a death glare from the tiny woman. "You owe it to yourself to find a man that appreciates you for you. Phil, like you told me, hasn't been decent to you in four years. That's way too long to put up with. Dean, though I know how much of a shitheel he can be, is sometimes a nice guy. Did you ever consider going to his room when he asked?"

"No!" AJ said, a little too quickly and a little too loudly. She cleared her throat and spoke quieter. "I mean, no, I didn't. He was nice, and made me laugh, and told me I was cute, and made me feel good about myself, and somewhat restored my faith in humankind a little bit, but there was no way I would sleep with him just for that."

Paige smirked. "What did you tell him when he asked?"

"Told him to rub one out to my Instagram," AJ paused and chuckled. "When I got back to our room, I got maybe a thousand notifications saying he liked my photos."

"All of them?" Paige asked.

AJ nodded. "Pretty much. The ones he didn't were the ones I had with Phil in them. I gotta go back and erase those."

"You know what I think you should do?" Paige asked.

"Should I care?" AJ whined.

Paige continued, ignoring AJ's whining. "I think, if you think you like him, not saying you do, you should talk to him more. See if he's worthy of seeing your Pokemon panties. If he isn't, then that's that. If he is, then maybe his Bulbasaur will make you Squirtle."

AJ groaned in disgust, which made Paige laugh out loud.

"I already agreed to get dragged along all day," AJ said. "I don't need your shitty puns too."

"Meh, I like to entertain myself," Paige said in her own defense. "Anyway, I'm just saying maybe give the guy a chance. Not saying you need to sleep with him tomorrow. But you never know unless you try."

The waitress returned with their drinks. While AJ took a much needed sip of the ice cold water, she thought about what Paige said. Sure dating was a weird thing for her all her life, but as an attractive adult in her early thirties perhaps it was easier. It didn't necessarily have to be Dean Ambrose, but AJ would be lying if she said she didn't have a little crush on him during her last run. Hell, he was always cool to her. And he was easily the hottest member of the SHIELD. Maybe a fling with Ambrose wouldn't be so bad.

AJ pulled out her phone. Since she knew Dean never used his Twitter account, AJ DM'd Seth Rollins instead.

AJ: Hey, Seth, AJ here... Need Ambrose's phone number.

AJ rolled her eyes at how lame that sounded. It was simple and to the point, so maybe Seth would skip the small talk. A few minutes passed and Seth answered. He said some generic shit about how he was excited she was back with WWE and all that. He sent the ten digit number she needed. After a quick thank you, AJ programmed the number into her phone and sent it a text.

AJ: Have fun with my Insta last night, Ambrose?

Paige was babbling on about her boyfriend or something, but AJ wasn't listening. She impatiently tapped her fingers on the table while she waited for a reply.

Finally, after what felt like hours, AJ received a text back.

Dean: Kate Upton? How'd you get this number?

AJ: I'm flattered. It'll never get you anywhere though.

Dean: The seven hundred likes will though?

AJ: Maybe. If I think about it...

Dean: You wanna think about it over a beer?

AJ giggled. Her eyes widened in horror when she realized she did. Who the hell giggled over a text anymore these days? Teenage girls and creepy internet dudes but not AJ godamn Lee.

Regaining her sense, AJ replied.

AJ: Who says I want to have a beer with you?

Dean: Nobody

AJ: Exactly

Dean: You still haven't said yes or no

AJ: I'll think about it

Dean: I'm still thinking about you

AJ could feel her cheeks turning a shade of red. This was textbook Dean; He talked to every girl like this. It was just how he was as a person. So why did it make her stomach fill with betterflies when he said this nonesense.

AJ: You have my Instagram

Dean: Can't have a beer with a phone app

AJ: Alright. Fine. But don't assume this means I want to sleep with you again

Dean: I never said it was in the first place.

AJ: Don't make shit weird, Ambrose

Dean: You brought it up, sweet heart

AJ: Ugh... Next Sunday before RAW?

Dean: Sounds like a date

AJ's heart skipped a beat. A date? This was certainly not a date. This was two co-workers having a beer before work. That was that. Nothing else. It was never going to be more than that.

AJ set her phone face down on the table in front of her when the waitress returned for their food orders.