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Chapter 6- Comfort Zone
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"Where to," the driver asked turning around in his seat. I looked at Freya who was quickly taking off her stilettos.
"Where would you like to eat," I asked the girl.
"Um, I like Bridge Town," she said. "You may not. It ist Caribbean."
"Sounds great to me," I said to her. "Bridge Town it is." The driver nodded and soon the glass that separated us and the driver was closing again. The girl smiled at me then laid her head on my shoulder.
"Freya," I whispered. I wasn't sure if she was still awake.
"Ja," she said sleepily.
"Who was the man that came over to us?"
"He ist my teacher. He's more like a bruder... brother."
"Oh," I said in an almost whisper.
"He ist a good guy. He's a little protective at times. He knows about it all. I had to tell someone."
"I understand. He seems like a good guy." She nodded when I said this. The next few minutes were spent in silence. It wasn't a very comfortable silence either.
"You mentioned that you wanted to be a wrestler earlier," I said hoping to break the unbearable silence.
"Ja," she said looking at me curiously.
"Do you want me to train you?"
"I vould love it."
"The only problem is that you would have to travel with me," I said. I wasn't sure how she would feel about that after all she had been through. She smiled.
"I think I vould like that," she said looking at me. As I looked into her beautiful green eyes I could see that for some reason or another she trusted me. That is not to say there would never be another moment were she would freak out. I knew better than to expect that, but it was nice to know that she for the most part trusted me.
"When would you like to start traveling with me?"
"Ven do you vant me to?"
"When ever you're ready."
"Vell, I graduate at ze end of next month," she trailed off.
"If you are ready then you are more than welcome to start traveling with me then. I would be happy to have you around."
"I think I vill... If mutter says ja," she said with a bright smile.
"What time are you supposed to be home," I asked as I knew it was getting late.
"Mutter said not to vorry about ze time, just come home ven I vas ready. I vas surprised. She ist not like that. She said you are a cutie. Das ist why I can stay out late. I do not understand her."
"She's not like most mothers then. Most are really bothered by the tattoos." I couldn't help but laugh at the thought of her mother's comments.
"I guess you are ready to get out of ze tux?"
"Eh, it doesn't bother me too much anymore."
"You could go change."
"I'm ok."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," I said. It really wasn't too bad now.
"It ist veird to see you in ze tux," she said looking me over.
"Is it good or bad?"
"It ist good, but I miss your normal clothes."
"I guess it is. We could change if you want to."
"It ist ok. Just promise me that I vill see you in normal clothes on our next date," she said giggling.
"Promise," I laughed along with her. It was weird to see me in a tux and I was more than happy to agree to wearing normal clothes on the next date. It was nice to have a girlfriend who didn't mind my normal "couldn't care less" appearance. She smiled before making herself comfortable again. This time she was laying down in the seat with her hear in my lap. She was looking up at me.
"Are you comfortable?" She nodded and smiled. It was obvious that she was tired.
"You wanna go on home?"
"No," she protested.
"You don't have to. I just wanted to make sure honey," I hadn't expected her response at all. It worried me. I wondered if she was still getting hurt, but I thought it best to leave the subject alone, at least for the time being. I laid a hand on her stomach. After a moment I felt her hands on mine. Not long after that we arrived at Bridge Town. She quickly put her shoes back on and we entered the building.
I was surprised that the no one in the restaurant asked for an autograph. It was one of the few places I had been where I wasn't asked for an autograph since I entered the WWE. It was really nice to be out of the spotlight for a while. Our table was next to the window. I looked over the menu quickly. I realized that I had no clue what any of the foods listed would be like rather quickly.
"What would you suggest Miss Schneider?"
"Um, I like ze jerk chicken burrito und ze jerk chicken plate. The best drink ist the Caribbean soda. It ist yummy!" I decided to go with the jerk chicken burrito since she said she was getting the plate. I also took her advice about the drink. When the waitress arrived I told her the order. She jotted it down quickly and went on.
It was during this time that I looked around the building. It was a very colorful place with dim lighting and candles on every table. It was quite warm and inviting. I was beginning to like the place already.
"This ist my favorite restaurant," Freya said softly. She wore a very soft and natural smile. The dim lights made her skin glow almost like in a dream. Her eyes glittered as she watched the flame dance on the wick of the candle that sat on our table. She looked up from the candle when the waitress returned with our drinks.
"Danke," she said softly. It didn't take me too long to figure out that that meant thank you. I smiled at the girl just before she turned to walk off. Freya picked the drink up and began to sip at it. I decided to go ahead and try it. I liked it. It was a mixture of pineapple, cherry and orange juices.
"Vat do you think?"
"It's really good."
"So, ven vill you be coming back to see me?"
"Hopefully in a week," I said. I wasn't really sure if my schedule would allow it, but I was going to try.
"Vill you come to graduation?"
"I'll try my hardest. What day is it?"
"Ist ze twenty-seventh of May."
"I'll see what I can do."
"I hope you can be there," she said. The food arrived a few minutes later. I loved it. This was definitely my new favorite restaurant.
"Wow, they have great food here," I said in between bites. She smiled.
"I am glad you like it."
She finished a while before I did. I'm not sure how long it took but I managed to eat everything on the plate.
"Wrestlers eat a lot," she said with her head tilted to the side.
"Yeah," I said to her. It comes with the territory. Landing on your head day in and day out takes a lot of energy. We sat and talked about training until the check came. Then things got interesting.
"Let's see," I said picking it up. She reached for her purse.
"I'll pay for it," she said as she took the money out of her purse.
"No you won't. You're my date. I will pay for it."
"You have spent too much on me," she argued.
"If I didn't want to spend the money on you I wouldn't, but I do. I am paying for the food." She shook her head at me.
"It's not right for you to pay so much."
"I want to pay for it. Let me." She looked at me once more before putting the money away. That was the first time in my life I have actually had to argue with a girl over who was paying the bill and I had no intention of losing. I waited for the waitress to come back. I handed her the bills and told her to keep the change. We exited the building the same way we had entered it hand-in-hand. The driver opened the door and allowed us to enter. After we were settled he closed the door and returned to him own seat.
"Is it time to take the young lady home," the driver inquired.
"Can ve ride around for a vhile," Freya asked me. I looked at the driver. He nodded to say that it was fine.
"Sure, honey," I said to the girl who had laid her head in my lap again. The driver rolled up the barrier between us then started the vehicle. After a few minutes she had fallen asleep. I took my jacket off and laid it over her upper half then rolled down the divider between me and the driver. He looked at me through the rear view mirror.
"What do you need Mr. Brooks?"
"Freya has fallen asleep so I think it is best that we get her back home."
"We should be there in about thirty minutes." I nodded and rolled the window back up. I leaned back against the seat and closed my eyes. As we rode I thought about the events of the day and how they might affect the future.
