Roman looked over Seth's shoulder as the door to Brock's private locker room opened. He knew Demetria was in there trying to somehow work out this fucked up match that they had chosen to put her in. Her against Brock. That was a train wreck waiting to happen. No way was Brock going to let a woman touch him in any way.
Roman's heart broke for her as he watched her exit the locker room. Her whole posture screamed of having been defeated. Her shoulders were hanging low and her head was bowed to avoid eye contact with anyone. The two cute braids in the side of her head holding the front of her long, mahogany red hair back was a weird contrast to the sad woman. She looked up for a second, her dark grey eyes locking with his brown ones, before turning and walking down the hall away from him and everyone else.
"Are you even listening to me?" Seth asked.
Seth looked over his own shoulder and saw Demetria walk away.
"Ah, I see," Seth looked at Roman again. "Go to her."
"I better go check on her, right?" Roman asked.
"Don't ask me," Seth smirked. "I know you want to so don't let me hold you back. We can wing our match tonight. We know each other well."
"Thank you, Seth," Roman said.
Roman walked down the hall at a quick pace. He knew he would find her. There wasn't a lot of places she could hide. He turned the corner and saw her turn into catering. He walked down there as well and was happy to see no one else was in there. Demetria stood by the coffee maker and just looked at it.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
She looked over her shoulder with a tired look in her eyes.
"I forgot how this stupid machine works. Why do we need all this modern shit? I just want a god damn cup of coffee. Not all this fancy shit with weird flavors," she said.
"Easy, tigress," he chuckled. "Sit down. I'll make your coffee."
"Thanks," she said.
She sat down and he quickly fixed two black coffees for them. She managed to smile at him when he sat down next to her. He knew she wasn't mad at him. She was mad at management and at Brock for not giving a shit about her career in this stupid storyline.
"Let me guess, he wants you to take an F5 and stay down," he said.
"He actually said a German suplex and then an F5. Lucky me getting to sell two moves," she said.
"And what do you want?" He asked.
"I don't wanna beat him down and make it look like I'm freaking Wonder Woman. I just wanna do something to make it look like I'm actually fighting back," she said.
"So do it," he said.
She looked at him for two seconds and then her lips curled up in a little smile. Her eyes came to life again. He could see what she was thinking.
"Don't worry about management. They're used to Brock throwing baby tantrums. He won't throw you under the bus though. I know him. He gets mad and punishes you in the ring. So if you're up for pissing off the beast, go for it," he said.
"Didn't that earn you some cracked ribs back in the day?" She smirked.
"Ssh, we don't talk about that," he chuckled. "Remember, I finished that entire match, and he cracked my ribs on the very first move. You can do it too if push comes to shove. I believe in you."
She smiled again. This time it was a full blown smile. She was back to normal. She took a sip of her coffee and sighed happily at the taste.
"That's some good coffee," she said.
He took a sip of his own coffee and nodded his head in agreement. He lowered his cup again and just looked at her.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" She asked.
"I like this look on you with the braids. It's cute," he said.
"I'm just trying to keep my hair out of my eyes," she said.
"You're not good at receiving compliments, are you?" He chuckled.
"Not really," she blushed. "Okay, I'll try my best in the future. Thank you, Roman. You're a good friend to everyone around here."
"Only those I like," he winked. "And I like you a lot."
He could only hope she somehow would catch on to how much he actually liked her. He wanted to tell her so bad but the timing never seemed to be right. And he was scared that she didn't feel the same. Even though they were alone in that moment and he could lay it all out on the table, it wouldn't be right to do. Not when she was about to go face to face with the beast incarnate.