Ever since Renee decided to talk to Dean about her feelings, she couldn't stop thinking about it, and mostly about him. She knew it was huge and it could change their lives forever. It could be the start of a romance that would hopefully turn into serious relationship. Renee knew that was what she wished for. Now it was time for Dean to make a decision. Well, not yet. Renee decided to wait one more day; she planned to reveal her secret to him right after Raw in Chicago. That gave her one last day when everything was normal. From tomorrow, nothing will be the same. The minute she lets him know what he means to her will be the minute that will mark the end of their friendship. There were only two roads leading from there. Either he will be delighted and, in that case, he will gladly welcome the idea of them becoming a couple, or, in a much bitterer scenario, he puts her in an unpleasant, awkward position when he tells her he has no feelings for her.

Sometimes it seemed that Renee was forgetting the other option; in reality, she did not allow herself to think about refusal because those kinds of thoughts were making her doubt her decision to speak to him. She spent enough time going back and forth when choosing the best action she should take; now she was finally convinced that telling Dean she wishes to be his girlfriend was the right thing to do. If she took that decision back, again, she would lose precious time. She lost enough time already. If she told him earlier, there was a big chance they would be together by now. Or, oppositely, he would have already broken her heart and she would be on her way to recovery. Either way, the difficult part would be over.

Now, that moment of truth was still awaiting. But she felt excited about it. She didn't know how it would end, but she was looking forward to it. If it were possible, she would talk to Dean right now. But he was nowhere near her so she needed to wait. It was only one more day, she could wait that long.

No, she couldn't. She couldn't help herself. She had to hear his voice. She didn't care if it was a stupid idea to call, particularly when she had no reason, not even an excuse, to talk to him. She had her own reasons but those were not some she could offer him as an explanation to why she called him in the first place.

She picked up her phone and quickly dialed his number. Even before she heard him say something, she imagined his voice and she couldn't help but smile. She was excited about the whole situation, about tomorrow and his reaction, but the most legitimate reason behind her excitement was something of less importance, not so special, nor different from any other Monday. She was just eager to see him. It was that simple. The phone call she was making was a treat for her, a little preview for tomorrow.

"Hello, my sweetest angel, how can I help you?" Dean jokingly welcomed her call. Those three simple words were enough for Renee to lose control over her mind and body. She felt lost, drowning in his charm. He was like a magician who could easily fool her with his magic tricks.

"Renee?" he gently asked as if he didn't know whether she was listening or not since she did not reply. Frankly, he heard her breathing so he could say that she did not hang up, but he still didn't know what was going on.

"Yes." She pulled herself together quickly enough. "Sorry, I just needed to do something." What the fuck did she just say? She needed to do something? Like what? She definitely did not find the best excuse for her silence. All she could do was to hope that Dean would not suspect anything.

"Oh, alright; for a moment I thought I might have annoyed you when I called you angel," he said. Renee wondered how that could seem annoying to someone. It was a genuinely nice nickname that everybody should be pleased to get.

"No, not at all. You can call me anything you want," she added rashly before she could realize that, once again, she did not choose the best words. She was so falling for that man that she could not act rationally and pretend nothing was happening. She knew it needed to stop. She was feeling like a teenage girl who had a crush on some celebrity. Well, it was not far from the truth. Except that she was not a teenage girl, although she might have been acting as one, and it was far more than just a simple crush. But Dean was a celebrity so that one was not a lie. Then again, she never saw him as a celebrity and she had never got nervous talking to him or being in his presence, until she started to fall in love with him. Now he had her under his control and he made her even more nervous than some wrestling legends, like The Undertaker. She was living in an absurd world of love where Dean Ambrose was the king and she was nothing more than a servant.

"So . . ." Dean wondered what was going on since the only thing he heard from Renee was another silence. So basically he did not hear anything.

Dammit! Renee thought when she realized she was losing it.

"Ok, Dean, here's the thing," she started, but she did not prepare the end of that sentence in advance. "I really need to talk to you about something," she admitted, "but now I'm thinking that saying it this way is not appropriate."

"Is something wrong?" Dean worried. "Did something bad happen?" he wanted to know.

"No," she exclaimed, "I don't think so," she added quietly. She took a moment to continue. "I'm facing a big decision and I believe you're the one person that could help me."

"Me?" he showed his surprise. "I mean, I'm honored but I don't see how I could be someone to help you. I'm not very good at making decisions myself," he joked.

"Well, let's say I trust you enough to turn to you for advice," she said in all seriousness. She omitted the other reason why he was the right person to talk to about her "big decision." Of course it was because he was the essence of that choice she was supposed to make.

"Aww, thank you." He was pleased. "I don't see how I deserved that but I really appreciate it. So, you say that you don't want to discuss it over the phone?" He was making sure he remembered what she said earlier.

"Exactly," she replied.

"Then we could talk about it tomorrow," he suggested, and he heard that she immediately started laughing.

"That's what I was thinking," she explained.

"Could I get a hint of what is the conversation going to be about?" he pleaded.

First she didn't want to reveal anything to him but then she changed her mind and said, "It kind of concerns a certain member of The Shield." She was not lying, and she was specific enough. He did not need to know that the certain member was himself.

"Oh, that sounds interesting," he replied. "So we'll get back to it tomorrow, I can't wait," Dean admitted. "I would love to continue talking to you but now I've really got to go."

"That's alright," she assured him. "Bye for now."

"Bye, darling. Take care."

The conversation did not always go the way Renee wanted it to, but she was happy with the results. Now he knew there was something they needed to discuss and tomorrow he would learn more. There was no going back from it. Renee felt the pressure but it gave her courage she needed for Chicago. That was where her future would be decided.