Charlie was in the zone. Bon Jovi was on Spotify, and she banging out the paperwork, barely registering movement to her left..but she did register something.
"You're back."
"Yeah, I'm surprised you're still here, and I can't find the person I thought you should meet.", said the returning Triple H.
"Oh heya..I was expecting Cena, he said he was going grab his stuff and come hang out."
"Really? John was who I thought you should meet, I guess he took the bull by the horns, so to speak."
Charlie stopped typing, and turned to the man that she used to tune in just to see. "I'm sorry?", she said. "Bull by the horns?"
"Yeah, kinda. I'd been telling him..well more than just him, about the girl who showed up to take care of my leg and just vanished in the fog."
"I didn't vanish in the fog, I transferred care, then I left. It's what we do."
"ANYWAY", he said; "When I told the story, Cena said hey, if you ever run into her again, introduce me. Wrestling is a small world, and we get to know the arena staff everywhere.
When I saw you this afternoon, I told John that I'd run into you in the medical area and I'd introduce you after the show. Then I couldn't find him, so I thought I'd come say good night to you and drop you my email address."
"That's quite a story, thanks for sharing", she replied with a grin. "He ran in here and shut the door when some girls were chasing him down, they got past security or something. I shooed them away."
"Ferris Bueller, you're my hero." says John, in his very best Cameron Frye voice.
"You're too young to be quoting Ferris Bueller's Day Off". says Trips. "I'm outta here. Keep in touch, Charlie?"
"Absolutely. Have a good night, we'll talk again soon I'm sure."
One of the onsite security guards pokes his head in the door. "We're closing up down here, you about done or do you need more time?"
"Nah, this is fine. I'll finish at home." Charlie shuts down her laptop and begins collecting her cords and stowing them.
"You better not be checking out my ass."
John clears his throat. WHen Charlie looks back, he's blushing. Her inside voice says "Oooh. Busted." The outside voice says "I was kidding, geez."
He laughs a little uncomfortably and says "I knew that. Really."
"C'mon, we have to go or we'll be locked in here for the night and I know you have somewhere more comfortable to be."
"Can I walk you to your car?" he inquires. "Yeah, I don't see why not.", she replies.
The two of them walk to the secure parking area. The die-hard WWE fans were still outside the fence waiting to see if anymore Superstars were still there.
"Does this happen all the time?"
"Yup."
"That can't be fun."
"I love the fans, I really do. It makes private time really difficult, though-I'll give you that. Hey, are you hungry?"
"That's what I forgot to do today! Eat!"
"You're more of a dork than I anticipated, you know that?" he said, chuckling.
"This is not news, I swear. However, I am not going to any restaurant with you. Come to my house. Meet my dog. Watch Raw on the DVR. I'll made beef stroganoff last night,
and apparently I thought I was cooking for 12, instead of just me."
He perked up. "Home cooking? I'll take it anytime I can get it. Let's go."
Charlie threw her laptop and medical bag into the trunk of her Mustang and waited for John to get his rental.
They were off.