"It sounds to me like you're into this girl," Roman said.
"Not into her. Granted, she's almost perfect to look at but the last thing she needs is someone far more screwed up than herself to get involved with her. We're just gonna be friends and that's it," Dean said.
"If you say so," Roman said with a smirk.
Dean stopped the car and turned off the engine.
"Look, I told you the whole story because I trust you," he said.
"I know. Don't worry, I won't be telling anyone else," Roman assured.
"Not just that. The last thing she needs is for you to tell her you know," Dean said.
"Dean, it's me. When have I ever been known to make anyone feel insecure around me? I'm a freaking chameleon. I can blend in with any crowd," Roman said.
"I know but her choice of clothes might surprise you. I don't think she owns anything else," Dean said with a sigh before getting out of the car.
"Most guys complain about their girlfriend not being sexy enough. You complain about yours being too sexy," Roman chuckled.
"She's just my friend," Dean said as he slapped Roman across the top of his head.
"Sadie?" Dean called out as they entered his home.
"I'm out on the balcony," she called back.
He walked through the apartment and saw her standing out there with her back against him. He stopped for a few seconds, taking in the sight of her in the sunshine as she slightly leaned over the railing, her skirt threathening to reveal everything under it if she would bent just a tiny bit more.
"If she's only your friend, mind if I dive in?" Roman whispered.
Dean threw his elbow into Roman's chest.
"You don't touch her!" He hissed.
"Relax, I was only joking," Roman said and couched.
The sound of a man's cough made her turn around. She walked inside, the question burning in her eyes while she looked at Dean.
"Sadie, this is my best friend Roman," Dean introduced them before continueing. "He's gonna crash here tonight. His car broke down and he's got quite a drive to his home and since we're doing a show tonight, it's just more easy this way."
She nodded her approval. What else could she do? It was Dean's apartment and she was just a guest.
"Are you going shopping with us then?" She asked Roman.
They were walking into the big supermarket. Roman and Dean were chatting as always and didn't notice her fall behind at first. She had stopped at the clothes section where she looked at a dress. As Dean turned his head to look for her, he noticed her standing there counting whatever little money she had on her. Without saying anything to Roman, he turned around and walked back to her.
"You want that?" He asked.
"Not really. I don't really like the fabric," she lied as she put her money away again before he would notice she couldn't afford it.
It wasn't because it was expensive at all. Supermarket clothes never was. She was just running two dollars short and her pride forbid her to ask Dean for any money. What would he think of her if she did? When it came to men and money, her mind could only go one place and she didn't wanna go there with Dean.
Roman had walked back to them.
"I bet you would look real good in it though. Don't you think so too, Roman?" Dean asked as he shot Roman a look to make him agree.
"Definately. I bet you'll look really cute in stripes," Roman said.
Dean took it down from the hanger and held it towards her.
"Try it on. Just for fun. You'll let us judge afterwards," he said.
"Okay," she said as she took the dress and walked towards the fitting room.
There it was again. That one word. Okay.
She looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a long time since she had worn anything with this length. It wasn't even because it was long. It stopped above her knees. She just hadn't worn anything but mini skirts for five years. It wasn't low cut or see-through either but it hugged her breasts really good, making them pop out.
"How's it going in there?" Dean asked.
She pulled the curtain aside and looked at them. They didn't say anything at first as they looked at her, making her believe it didn't look as good on her as she had just thought a second ago.
"Wow..." Roman finally got out, making her blush in the process.
"What he said," Dean said and gave her one of those sassy smiles she had seen many times in the ring.
"Yeah, it's pretty but... no, I don't like it," she said as she pulled the curtain again to change back to her regular clothes.
No way she would tell him the truth. She loved the dress and she couldn't afford it. Two freaking dollars short. She only knew one way to earn money and this dress wasn't worth it. Not like she would ever wear it in front of any customers anyway. She left the dress in the fitting room as she walked back out.
"I got this," Roman mumbled to Dean.
Dean nodded and hurried to walk away with Sadie as Roman stayed behind to grab the dress. He quickly ran to one of the cashiers, bought it and went outside to stash it away in Dean's trunk.
"Where's Roman?" She asked once she realized he was gone.
"He had to use the toilet," Dean lied.
She seemed to believe his little lie.
"Now, about tonight. I would like for you to come along," he said.
"I don't know," she said.
"Come on, just because we've suddenly become friends doesn't mean you shouldn't go there anymore. You're still gonna get in for free. You're my friend and friends get in for free. I need my favourite girl in the front row. Who else am I gonna flirt with when I win?" He used his charm on her and she couldn't resist.