Sasha sat in the front row of the arena in the early afternoon, waiting for Seth. She scrolled through Tumblr on her phone aimlessly and tried to distract herself. They hadn't spoken since last Tuesday, but Thursday the doorbell had rung to a deliver of a small bouquet of flowers. There was no note, no receipt, nothing.

"You looking at porn on that thing?" a voice in the row behind her teased.

She laughed and turned to Seth leaning on the seat next to her, smirking.

"It's art."

"It's fanart."

"Fanart is art. Even if it's a little sexy."

"Especially if it's a little sexy?"

"Yeah, you could say that."

"So what're they calling that thing huh? Don't all the best ships have a stupid name?"

"What, like us?"

"Yeah," his voice was smooth, "like us. What's theirs?"

"Stormpilot. Stormtrooper plus pilot equals-"

"Yeah I got it. Dumb."

"What, you don't ship it?"

"I just can't get into these new ones y'know? I'm just a a purist I guess."

"You're a snob. A Star Wars snob."

He chuckled and shrugged. "I've been called worse…by you."

"Isn't that the truth?"

"I see them setting up over there, we can probably go warm up."

"Alright," she slipped her phone back into her Tapout gym bag and followed him down the steps. "They're beautiful by the way," she called after him, "the flowers?"

He looked back at her, a smug smile coming across his face. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

The producer talked them through a bit of what they were looking for in these training videos. Sasha stretched out and unzipped her NXT sweatshirt. She felt his eyes on her as she adjusted her Legit Boss tank top.

"You ready?" she asked.

"Let's do this, Banks."

The producer yelled action, and they started circling each other in the ring. They worked through a few of Kevin's usual sequences so that Seth could learn how to prepare and reverse them if possible. They argued over the best strategies. She threw all her weight at him, though Kevin had a good 100 pounds on her. At least he'd be able to see certain moves as they came at him. They spent a lot of time bickering, it's what they did best. When he was down on the mat, she climbed up to the top rope for a moonsault. He scrambled up to his feet and caught her in the air, them crashing down onto the mat together, laughing.

"Kevin's gonna hurt a lot more than this," she said, rolling over onto her back.

"I can do it," he nodded, sitting up and offering her a hand. "I've got this."

"I know you can," she smile and then flipped her hair, "as long as you stick to the strategy."

"Yeah, yeah,"

"Hey can we try something fun?" she asked, looking over to the producer.

"Uh oh," Seth said, "what's your idea of fun, Banks?"

She smirked. A few minutes later, he was grumpily in a push up as she climbed onto his back.

"Jesus, Banks, lay off the Girl Scout cookies, will ya?"

"Ugh! Rude." She crossed her legs and straightened her posture as he grumbled. "And up goes the Legit Boss…"

He pushed up, groaning.

"And down goes the Legit Boss."

He released the push up and held it in the down position for a moment before collapsing to the floor.

"We don't need to do this more than once, do we?"

The producer looked over from the screen, "should be good."

"Good, get off of me."

She giggled stepping onto the mat. He rolled onto his back.

"I hate that gimmick."

"I love that gimmick," she offered him and hand and pulled him up.

"Yeah, yeah. I guess I'll see you at the backstage seg later?" he held her gaze, maybe hoping she'd ask if he wanted to go to catering with her or something.

"Yeah, I'll see you then," she said, shaking her hair out of a ponytail.

"Right,"

XXX

On the monitor of one of the backstage rooms, an opening tag match was underway. Seth sighed and sat on the couch, running his hands thorough his hair. The crew was setting up for their segment, with one of the producers fiddling around with the television.

"Hey," Sasha said as she came in, fixing a curl as she sat down next to him.

"How's it going, Boss?"

She smiled half-heartedly at him and pulled out a compact to redo her lipstick. A PA came over with a bowl of popcorn for them and she glanced up, her lipstick halfway across her lips.

"Here, I got it. Thanks," he said, taking the bowl from the PA and placing it on his lap. He popped one in his mouth.

"That's mine, don't eat it all." She smacked her lips and put the lipstick back into her bag, stowing it out of frame.

"It's my segment," he teased, handing her the bowl as she wrinkled her nose at him.

"Alright," the producer came up to the two of them and handing Seth the remote, "I think we're ready to go."

"Sounds good," he fast-forwarded the tape of his and Kevin's match from the Rumble and pausing where he wanted it.

"Ready? One…two…three."

Seth hit play and started telling her where he thought he was getting out-planned. She nodded, popped the popcorn into her mouth, nonchalantly.

"Are you paying attention?" he said angrily after a moment.

She paused, a piece of popcorn half in her mouth, resting on her lip, and nodded grumpily. He fought to stay in character though all he could think about was how badly he wanted to kiss it.

"See right there," he rewound the tape as Kevin had surprised him with powerbomb.

"That's not the issue," she sat up, leaning her elbows on her thighs. "The issue is you're letting yourself get distracted."

"No he's just-"

"He's getting in your mind. Look at you, you're erratic in there!"

"I need to be a step ahead him."

"You need to get your head on straight."

"I need-"

"Do you want my help or not?"

"Okay."

"Play it again," she said, popping another piece of popcorn in her mouth. He looked over at her and smiled, pressing play again.

"And cut!" shouted and the camera crew packed up, returning the monitor to the live show.

"That was good," he said softly, " you're a good strategizer."

"Thanks," she chuckled, eating the leftover popcorn. She glanced over at him and offered the bowl, and he smiled, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "You're alright, Rollins."

"Am I?"

"Today."

"So the flowers are working, huh?" he said with a smirk.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Uh huh."

XXX

After the show, Sasha glanced over to the tour buses in the parking lot. Seth was leaned up against it, talking to Roman, before shaking his hand and boarding his bus. She figured he'd head to the next city overnight, while her and some of the others had an early flight to it tomorrow morning.

"You ready?" Bayley asked, and Sasha's head snapped back to her.

"Oh, uh, yeah." She climbed into the passenger seat of Bayley's rental car. "Charlotte meeting us at the hotel?"

"Yeah she said she put in the order like ten minutes ago."

"Alright," Sasha glanced in the side mirror, Seth's bus was pulling out of the parking lot.

When they returned to the hotel, bags of Chinese takeout in their hands, Charlotte was waiting in the lobby. She was chatting with Xavier and waved as they came through the doors.

"Hey, hold this," Sasha gave the bag of take out to Charlotte, "I gotta to check in."

"Bayley's ahead of you," Xavier commented.

"Yeah, she's got crazy loyalty points from her trip to New Zealand last year. That's the member's only line."

"Oh I'll tag along then,"

"Gee thanks Xavier," Charlotte rolled her eyes as he followed Sasha to the end of the line.

"How's your life, Sash?"

"It's good," she smiled at him, "I like working with Emma,"

"With Emma?"

"And Seth again," she shrugged. "Like everyone says, we have good chemistry."

"Just be careful with him, okay?"

"I am careful with him."

"He's a snake."

"Oh he is not. Don't forget he was your friend before he was mine."

"And then he went and broke your heart. I'm just looking out for you."

"Thank you, but I can handle myself."

Xavier was quiet for a moment. "He thinks we're together."

"Yeah I know. Not anymore though,"

"You guys talked about it?"

"Yeah, the other day. I think he believes me."

"How much have you two been talking?"

"What? What kind of question is that?"

"Alright just asking. I don't want him to slither his way back into your life."

"If he's back in my life, it's because I want him there."

"Do you?"

Sasha sighed and crossed her arms, "I don't wanna talk about this anymore."

Xavier fell silent as Sasha checked in. The three girls waved goodbye to him, making their way up to Sasha's hotel room. Charlotte was laying their dinner out on the table while Sash took a seat on the bed. She signed into Netflix and looked for a movie for them to watch.

"Can we do something indie?" she asked, "I'm kinda in the mood for something weird."

"You're always in the mood for something weird," Charlotte said, rolling her eyes.

"True," she laughed and clicked over to the quirky indie movie section.

"Hey Sash," Bayley called, "what're these?"

She was standing at the dresser, looking through a vase of daises, roses and sunflowers. Charlotte looked up, but Sasha didn't bother to run and to try to grab the note from her. She knew Bayley had already found it.

"Those don't look they're from the hotel," Charlotte came up next to her, and Bayley handed her a little folded note. She looked back at Sasha, "They're from Seth."

"I figured."

"You expecting these?" Bayley asked.

"Not exactly but," she chuckled, "seems like the sort of thing he would do. I got another one at home."

"What's with the sudden romantic gestures?" Charlotte sat down on the edge of the bed.

"I guess he's changed tact."

"From sleeping with randos in the bar?" Bayley sat down, on the couch, opening up her takeout. "Flowers are an improvement."

"Anything would be an improvement," Charlotte rolled her eyes. "Why now? Why didn't he do this as soon as you broke things off?"

Sasha shrugged, getting up to find her dinner. "I dunno, he's a mystery to me."

"Sasha?"

"What?"

"What aren't you telling us?"

Dammit. Charlotte could see through a lie a mile away, she always had that ability. Bayley looked up at her an eyebrow raised. Sasha sighed heavily.

"We…slept together. Last week."

"WHAT?" Bayley's jaw dropped.

"I mean, just…oral…"

"That's not a 'just' babe," Charlotte said with a laugh. She raised an eyebrow, "was it good?"

Sasha blushed, thinking back to the way he trailed kisses up her inner thigh. It made the hair on her arms stand up.

"It was incredible."

"He seemed to think so too," Charlotte smiled. "Now he has to have you."

"Yeah well, what else is new?" Bayley laughed. "What are you gonna do?"

"Nothing," she shrugged, "for now."

"Well I think," Charlotte sat down on the couch next to Bayley, "if you're gonna get back with him, you better make him work for it."

And work for it he did, at least in terms of flowers. She wasn't even sure how did it, but in every city they hit over the next week, there was a bouquet waiting for her. Eventually she went down to the front desk, and asked how it got there. The woman said a man by the name of Rollins called the day before requesting it. Happened all the time, she said, husbands and boyfriends who weren't home for an anniversary or maybe trying to apologize for something.

They checked into the hotel early Monday morning after a long drive from the live show Sunday night. It was past 3am when she got to her room. She still had a few precious hours of sleep ahead of her and she wanted to make the most of it. Still, she glanced around the room as she kicked off her shoes. There they were, on the desk, big yellow garden roses and little carnations. This must be costing him a fortune.

XXX

It was late into the day before she saw him at Raw. Her eyes flickered up to him as he passed the hair and make up table, but she was pulled back by the makeup artist to get her eyeliner done. She found him later, sitting on a production crate by himself and watching the pre-show on a monitor.

"Hey Rollins," she said, walking up in her high heels.

He looked over at her and his eyes lit up. His eyes grazed over her tight skinny jeans and the exposed midriff between them and the hem of her tank top cut short. Once he started biting his lip, she blushed and he realized what he was doing. She chuckled and took the seat next to him.

"You ready for tonight?" he asked.

"Yeah, looking forward to it."

"Excited to get me in your corner?" he laughed, but there was a bit of a hopeful glean in his eyes.

"It'll be nice to have the support," she moved a piece of hair behind her ear. "So, um, roses?"

He grinned, "thought I'd splurge this time."

"I can't imagine what that's costing you,"

"Don't worry about it."

"Don't you think it's getting out of hand?"

"Oh c'mon now," he smirked. It wasn't a secret how well he was doing with the company.

"It's so wasteful, I can't take them with me."

"Should I send cookies next time?"

"Oh then I might never come back to you," she teased and his smirk faded into a soft smile.

"Can't have that. I'll go easy on the flowers, but not on trying to get you back."

She giggled, "alright."

"Say the word, Sash," he said quietly, hoping off of the crate, "I'll do anything."

She watched as he walked away, sighing to herself. It was gonna take more than flowers, that was for sure.