Sara Calaway sat backstage at the arena in Pittsburgh. She stared intently at her computer screen, putting final touches on her work before that night's RAW started. When she's working, she usually doesn't pay attention to anything going on around her, she always has headphones in and is too focused on what she's doing. Tonight, however, was different. She could sense something, like she was being watched. She glanced up and looked around her, locking eyes with the newest member of the main roster who would be making his debut tonight, Finn Balor. He was sat across the way from her, getting his demon paint applied by the team of makeup artists. She smiled polietly at him, assuming he was just staring off in her general direction and trying to stay still, as the application process was long and incredibly detailed. She went back to finishing up her project, but she couldn't help but feel as if her very soul was being stared into. She finished up and packed her laptop and headphones away. As she turned to walk toward the catering area, she looked back over at the makeup table. He was still sitting there. Staring. She shrugged and walked away, ready to eat. The night went on as usual, she ate, chatted with coworkers, replied to a dozen emails, and, as she does before every show, she fluffed her best friend Maryse's hair and assured her she looked stunning before sending her on her way to the ring. Everything was fine until she passed Finn as he was on his way to make his much anticipated debut. They locked eyes again, and she had this strange feeling inside her, but she couldn't figure out what it was.

"Hi. Name's Fergal." he extended his hand

"I'm Sara." She shook his hand and studied his face, trying to figure out what it was about him giving her this feeling.

"I know." he flashed her a smile before turning and strutting off to the entrance of the stage.

She felt her knees go week, something that hadn't happened to her in a long time.

"Wow." she said under her breath

She spent the rest of the show trying to figure out why, if he was so charming, and had that killer smile, did she feel off. Maybe it was just because he stared at her a lot more than most people should stare at anyone or anything.

As the show came to a close, she bumped into him again. He was wiping his paint off with a towel.

"Hi!" she said "Awesome debut. I love the gimmick."

He smiled again and she thought her heart would explode.

"He really needs to stop doing that" she thought.

"Thanks. I was actually quite nervous." he smiled, wiping at his forehead

"Really? I think you did great."

"Thanks. Say, do you want to go grab a bite to eat? I don't mean to sound forward, but most everyone has left already and I didn't get to go to catering because this paint process takes forever. I'm starving."

"Sure, I could eat. I could always eat, actually." she laughed as she threw her bag over her shoulder, swearing as her hair got caught in the strap and pulled. "My middle name may be Grace, but I assure you I do not live up to it."

Fergal reached out and helped her untangle her hair, and when he touched her it felt like electricity shooting through her body.

"Are you ok?" He asked, a concerned look crossing his face

"Oh, yeah, I'm good. I'll meet you in the parking lot?"

"Sure, I'm gonna shower and change and I'll be out. See you in a few" He walked off to the locker room

"What the hell?" she thought "That was new.."

There was something odd about this guy, and the way she felt made her curious to figure out what. She loved a good mystery and dicsecting people to see what makes them tick.

After Sara and Fergal met up in the parking lot, he asked what she wanted to eat. They both agreed on wings, and found a bar near the arena. They got a table in the back and after they placed their order, Sara decided it was her turn to stare at him. He stared back, then he grinned at her.

"Is there something on my face?" he poked at his cheek

"No. I'm just trying to figure you out. It's my thing" she said, sipping her water

"Ah. Well, good luck!" he stared back at her, eyes wide "Let me know if you find out anything interesting."

"Funny. No really, tell me about yourself. I don't know much other than your gimmick and you're Irish."

"There's not much to know about me. I mean, my name is Fergal Devitt. I'm 35. I wrestle and in my spare time I like to build Legos."

"Legos?" she asked

"Yeah. It's kinda my thing" he said, mimicking her earlier statement "I've always been a Lego guy. I have all these sets and whenever I'm not on the road, I'm usually putting them together."

"That's a new one. I mean, I know most of these guys play video games but I've never heard of Legos."

"Yeah, I just got this awesome set, I can't wait to get started on it. It'll probably take a long time to put it together now that I'm traveling though."

"I'd like to see it when you're done." Sara said, admiring how excited he was getting over talking about his hobby

"Oh, sure. Actually, here's the last one I just finished." he pulled out his phone and showed her his latest piece, a large fighter jet.

"Oh wow, that is huge!" she exclaimed as she studied the photo

"Yep." he beamed, obviously proud of his work

They chatted throughout their dinner, about his legos, about their childhood, about the upcoming pay per view, and about how those were the worst wings they'd ever had in their life. By the end of the evening, they were both laughing and Sara felt really at ease. Any odd feeling she had had when they first met seemed to have disappeared.

"I enjoyed that, besides the dry as air chicken. That was fun." She said as they walked back to their rental cars

"It was. We'll have to hang out again some time."

"I'd love it. I'm going to go to the hotel and crash, I have a really early flight in the morning because my agent is a jerk. I'm NOT a morning person. Have a good night" she said, unlocking her car

"You too, Sara" he nodded at her, and turned toward his car

The way he said her name sent that chill through her again. The odd feeling was back.

"What in the world is going on?" she wondered as she got in and drove off to the hotel