It had been five days since Gaby attended the wrestling show and met Randy and her head had been in the clouds ever since. She found herself daydreaming about him when she should be concentrating on school work.

Snap out of it, Gabriella. He is just another distraction to keep you from doing what you need to do.

She cursed herself for getting lost in those deep blue eyes and especially for letting those eyes be the focal point of her dreams ever since. Sighing deeply, she walked into the small diner anxious to get a turkey sandwich.

After ordering, she sat by the window patiently waiting for her food to be done. She busied herself with her cell phone, playing an intense game of Tetris.

"Gabriella?" Gaby looked up startled. Other than Mickie, no one ever seemed to know that she existed. She wasn't ugly, just quiet and quiet college kids were lonely ones.

"Randy, hi." She found her smile growing as big as her face as she stared at Randy clad in basketball shorts and a wife beater. "How are you?"

"Hungry as hell. Stopped by to get some food. Hey, do you want to sit and eat with me?"

Surprised by the question, Gaby wasn't quite sure how to answer. She only had one serious boyfriend in her life and that ended when she went off to college. She was not one who was used to a whole lot of attention.

"Uh, sure. I'm just waiting on my food now." Randy smiled at her and offered her a seat.

Once the cashier told her that her food was ready, she cautiously sat down across from Randy and picked at her food. She was starving but the idea of stuffing her face in front of such a gorgeous man was foreign to her. Instead she took her time eating her sandwich and fries. She couldn't help but giggle at the chewing noises that easily came out of Randy's mouth as he devoured two hamburgers, extra large fries and a milkshake.

"Hungry?"

"You have no idea; the trainers are busting my ass. So if you're from Saint Louis, why the hell did you come all the way out here for school?"

Gaby dropped her head as she thought of an answer. "I guess the only answer is I wanted to have my own identity outside of my parents and I felt like going to a college in another state was the only way to do that."

Gaby looked up at Randy and his eyes held a twinkle that rocked her core. "I know exactly what you mean. My dad and my grandpa were both wrestlers so I gotta work twice as hard. I mean, if it wasn't for them I wouldn't have half the opportunities I have now, but it's hard to have all that pressure on my shoulders. I have to be better than them or I will be just another kid riding his Daddy's coattails."

Gaby nodded as she completely understood where he was coming from. "So do you like it?"

She slightly smiled as she saw Randy's eyes lit up. "I love it. I was trying to find something I was good at. Even tried the army for while, but that shit didn't work out. Wrestling is the only thing that comes naturally to me. It's like I was born to do this. Without it, I would probably be that cashier right now."

The rest of the meal was sat in complete silence as Gaby was unsure of what to say. Noticing that Randy was finished his food, she quickly started to gather her things.

"Lunch was nice. Thank you."

"Hey, you stopped me from being here alone, so thank you. Hey what are you doing tomorrow night?"

Gaby thought for awhile. The truth was other than schoolwork, she didn't really have much going on. Not many friends, no boyfriend, hardly any extracurricular activities. She was the epitome of a bookworm.

"Nothing really."

"There is a fair in town and John and Mickie are going and the last thing I feel like doing is watch them flirt without doing shit else. You wanna go to keep from being bored out of my mind?"

Gaby felt her cheeks start to flush. Settle down, girl. It's not really a date, just an excuse to not be the third wheel. Don't read too much into it.

"Sure. That sounds like it could be fun."

"Well it's a date then. What's your number?" Gaby rattled off her number as well as said her goodbyes to Randy before walking back to her car feeling light as a feather.

"So I heard Orton asked you out?" Mickie asked as she walked through Gaby's door a few hours later.

"Hello to you too."

"John called and said Orton asked my cute, brunette friend to go to the fair with us tomorrow. So I assumed that would be you."

"It's no big deal; he just doesn't want to be the third wheel." Mickie started laughing as she grabbed a bottle of water out the fridge.

"You really don't know when you have been asked out, do you? What was the policy in St. Louis? They gave you a cow as a symbol they were interested or something."

Gaby sighed. She admired Mickie for her boldness and ability to always say whatever was on her mind, but right now she really wished she would just shut up. She was already nervous enough, by making it seem like it wasn't actually a date made the nerves in her stomach settle down slightly.

"All I am saying is Randy Orton is considered a god by most chicks in this damn town. They swoon over him, and go to wrestling shows when they know damn good and well, they don't know shit about wrestling. They even have gone as far as hanging out at the gym just to see him without his shirt, drenched in sweat. It's fucking pathetic if you ask me."

"What's your point, Mickie?"

"My point is out of every chick that would gladly take their pants off and spread their legs, he asked you. So don't even give me that 'it's not a date bullshit' because trust me, it's a date."

Gaby sat down on the kitchen chair and put her head in her hands. "Well if it's a date, what the hell am I doing?"

"Newsflash bookworm, you're hot. You may not see it but behind the massive stack of books that you have always attached to your face is a hot chick that is begging to come out and I swear to you I am determined to make you see that."

Gaby looked on warily as Mickie skipped to Gaby's closet.

True to Mickie's world, Gaby had spent the better part of the day being plucked and waxed. After several changes, Gaby walked out the door looking and feeling like a new person. She didn't even recognize the girl that she saw in the mirror.

Her long, brown hair was blow dried straight and hanging down her back as opposed to her normal ponytail. Her tan shoulders were on display in a form fitting tank top and her bottom half was covered in skin tight capris. The only thing that Gaby put her foot down on was the 6 inch wedge sandals that Mickie was trying to make her wear. There was no way she was going to be walking around a fair in those.

After a half an hour to apply the "natural" look on her face, Mickie insisted that they were ready to go. Walking down the steps towards the boy's car, Mickie had one final piece of advice before Gaby was allowed to go.

"Let your guard down, this is not a test, it's just you having fun with a hot guy, got it?"