The arena was slowly emptying out, but Renee took her time before coming back to the locker room to change and finally leave. It was a long day; she had a lot of work to do. She was tired, even exhausted, and she just wished to get back to the hotel and rest for a while. Of course, it was late and she had to wake up fairly early so she wouldn't get much sleep . . . even less, considering she had to prepare for the next show. All the travelling was, without doubt, wearying, but all people working for WWE knew what they were going into when they decided to sign the contract.
Renee longed for taking a long shower that would help her relax. She planned on doing so immediately, right there in the arena. She has already spent a lot of time in the building, a few more minutes would not make any change. She believed she would find the locker room empty – she has seen most of her colleagues leave – but she didn't mind being alone, in some way it made her glad; she wasn't in a mood for conversation or small talk.
When she finally got there, she opened the door and reached for the light switch to get some light into the room, but it didn't seem to work. She tried again and then one more time, but it was useless. She was pretty sure that it worked when she was in there the last time, just an hour ago or so. Now it apparently didn't. It was irritating, but she remembered she could turn the light on in the bathroom and then simply keep the door open. It wouldn't allow much light in, but it was something; still better than absolute darkness. Yet, she didn't want to spend a lot of time there. It was not scary, just unpleasant and a bit frustrating. It was enough, though, to make her feel worse, and she wished to be in her bed already.
Something more than an hour later, she arrived to the hotel where all the Superstars and Divas were staying, and quickly headed toward the elevators to get to her floor. The halls were empty and the only people she saw where members of the hotel staff. They enthusiastically welcomed her back in the hotel, but she was too exhausted to put more effort into acting nicely to them, so all she did was to fake a smile. She walked briskly – that was what she put her remaining bits of energy into – in order to get into her room and curl up in bed. It wasn't really that cold but she needed to feel the warm and comfy duvet; even the thought of it was making her sleepier.
She searched her bag to find the card and open the door and then picked it up. A long yawn accompanied the action. She automatically covered her mouth with one hand and used the other one to grab the door handle. Her bag was hanging on her arm near the elbow, but when she got inside, she threw it carelessly on the floor. She headed for bed. On the way there, she lost both shoes, leaving them in the middle of the room, laying sideways, because she wasn't in a mood to place them tidily by the wall, next to the door, as she usually did. Then she took off her clothes, staying only in her underwear, as she didn't feel like getting her pajamas and putting them on. It seemed like too much work. It was already pretty late, and she couldn't lose another minute with something so unnecessary.
She fell asleep immediately. The bed was just too comfortable to allow her stay awake even thirty seconds longer. The next day, or actually the same day she went to bed, was going to be a busy one, even though she didn't necessarily have to wake up as early as usually; she could stay in bed for a little longer than in the last few days. And then, when she would be done with all the work in the evening, or at night, her day off would begin. That was something she was really looking forward to; she had no plans yet, but she was sure she would come up with something later. If not, a whole day in bed would do.
It seemed like morning came too soon, but it was already eight when this unexpected but very pleasant smell started to spread around the room and filled it up completely, causing Renee to wake up. She stretched her arms and legs whilst still lying in bed with her eyes closed. A smile was forming on her face, due to indescribably good mood she woke up with. It was unusual since it was caused neither by a nice dream nor by a long sleep. Although she didn't get as much sleep as she wished to, she was truly happy and ready for another long day. But as soon as she started to be aware of reality, it all seemed wrong. How come she smelled coffee when she was supposedly alone in the room?
She opened her eyes, and it took her by surprise to see Dean standing next to her bed, holding a tray with something she couldn't see because it was too high for her to reach it by her sight. Renee reflexively started to panic.
"What are you doing here?" she asked. "How did you get inside?" she wondered while trying to sound angry. She failed; the smirk on Dean's face made it impossible to be mad at him for letting himself in her room without her permission.
Dean kept smiling, but he almost broke his rule of not speaking when he opened his mouth to point out to Renee that he was able to see her pink laced bra. He wanted to be a gentleman and looked slightly away, but Renee quickly noticed something was wrong when she saw him grinning. She totally forgot that she was wearing only her underwear. When she finally remembered, she pulled the blanket up to cover up her body, but she couldn't avoid blushing.
"What are you doing here?" she tried to stop him from thinking about her almost naked body. Her voice was soft and welcoming, she didn't sound angry at all. She was still a little embarrassed; maybe that was why.
Renee waited for him to answer, but instead he placed a tray with hot black coffee and maple syrup pancakes in front of her. She didn't understand what was going on, but she welcomed the idea of breakfast in bed. She needed to adjust the tray, though, and move it a little closer to her knees. Unfortunately, in order to do so, she had to get her arms out of the duvet, and it resulted in another underwear exposure. Renee sighed and angrily shook her head in disbelief of how dumb she was to not consider the consequences of her actions.
Luckily, Dean didn't come to make fun of her. He, in terms of being her friend, gladly tried to help her out. He looked around the room and as soon as he spotted a pistachio green cardigan hanging over a chair, he went there and grabbed it, and then returned to hand it to Renee.
"Thanks," she replied, and swiftly put in on, being careful not to spill the coffee.
When she finally felt safe and gained back her confidence, she asked again, "Why are you here? And why did you bring me breakfast?"
He still didn't answer. There were things he wanted to say, and more and more he felt the need to explain some things to her, as well as tell her how sorry he was for his immature behavior. But in order to keep playing by the rules he set, he couldn't let out a single word, not even a syllable.
She kept staring at him; she stopped hoping to get an answer, but it was a nice change to see him smiling at her, not being mad or acting bossy for whatever reason. She couldn't look away and she couldn't stop smiling back at him; corners of her mouth were fixed in high position and her eyes were sparkling with delight.
Having a king size bed, there was enough space for Dean to sit down next to her to be closer to her in order to stop looking down at her, but rather to look in straight direction. He waited for her to start eating, but she seemed to be focusing on his face and rather confused about what to do. He decided to take initiative then; he picked up the fork and the knife and started cutting the pancake. When he forked a piece of it, he added a slice of banana and lifted it to get it inside Renee's lovely mouth, since she didn't seem like doing it herself.
As soon as she realized what he was doing, she obediently opened her mouth to allow him feed her, but immediately protested, although quite lazily. "I can eat by myself," she said, but her mouth was still full so he couldn't hear her clearly. Moreover, she had to cover her mouth so that the food wouldn't accidentally fall out. She noticed, however, that he, ignoring her last sentence, was about to grab another piece of fresh and warm pancake so she had to stop him by taking the cutlery away from him. "I don't need you to feed me," she repeated, but gently enough so that he wouldn't think she was ungrateful. Hearing her, he let go and moved aside from the tray, looking a little disappointed. She didn't want to cause that; she appreciated what he was doing for her, for whatever reasons, and she hoped he knew that. But seeing his long face, no matter if he was faking it or not, she felt she had to do something about it. Therefore, this time she was the one to get some pancake and start feeding him. This way he would see that she cared and, as a bonus, he would hopefully understand how demeaning it is to be fed by another person. He didn't, though. He was truly enjoying Renee putting tasty food into his mouth. And he could see that she was enjoying it too. His plan was working. So far.