Hey! So I'm back...yet again...with ANOTHER AJ Styles story! What can I say, I fuckin' love the man and all his sexy glory, lol! I will tell y'all this is going to take place around late 2021-early 2022...well to start off at least. I do have a plan of what I am going to do come WrestleMania. I have, but I haven't thought too far ahead with this story so just bear with me!

I wanna give a shoutout to my girls JustCherry73, wwechristina and GoldenGirl1920 for your continued love and support! I love you ladies to the moon and back and you are all PHENOMENAL! ;)

I don't own anyone affiliated with the WWE...I only own the OC and other characters that don't belong to themselves in real life as well as the storyline.

Aurora POV

"Oh my god, can this night get any slower?" I complain with a sigh, plopping down into one of the booths towards the back of the restaurant. I rest my elbow on the table, then rest my chin on the palm of my hand, looking up at my friend and fellow co-worker Chelsea in exasperation.

We were busy earlier because there is some sort of sporting event going on…wrestling I think and everyone and their mother decided that they were going to come here to get a bite to eat before heading over to the event. It's going on 11:30pm and we've been practically dead save for a customer here and there since 7:30pm. I'm literally about to go crazy! And my shift doesn't end for another hour and a half. Oh goody gumdrops!

"With that attitude, it will," she replies and looks towards the front of the restaurant when the bell attached to the top of the door rings, alerting us that we have a customer. "Perfect, we have a customer and he sat in your section. Now you have something to do. Just please don't give him an attitude because you're in a bad mood," Chelsea scolds me and I scowl at her.

"I'm not going to give the guy an attitude. I'm not that stupid, Chels. Thanks for the support," I say with a roll of my eyes, huffing as I get to my feet.

"Anytime, babe. It's what I'm here for," she retorts with a snicker and I discreetly flip her the bird before making my way over to the table the guy sat at. I falter in my steps only slightly when my eyes land on him and I have to stop my jaw from hitting the ground. The guy is fucking gorgeous with long brown hair that falls just past his shoulders.

I quickly compose myself and grab a menu, making my way over to him. "Welcome to Daisy's Burger Joint. My name is Rory and I'll be your waitress this evening," I say, announcing myself and place the menu on the table in front of him. "Anything to drink I can get you started off with?" I ask, pulling my notepad out of my apron.

When he looks up at me, our eyes meet and he has the most beautiful sky blue eyes I've ever seen. And the beard/mustache combo he's got going on…holy crap. Jesus, can this man get any more attractive? With a smile he says, "can I get a water with lemon, please?" He asks and I internally swoon at his accent. The answer is yes. Yes, he can become a hell of a lot more attractive.

I write it down and return his smile, "great! I'll get this put in and give you a chance to look at the menu," I tell him, walking into the kitchen and beeline straight for Chelsea. "Oh my god…not only does this man have the bluest eyes I've ever seen, he's got an accent to die for; a southern accent," I gush to her and she looks at me in amusement.

"Holy crap, you didn't jump him, did you?! Or maybe take him for a little ride," She teases, provocatively thrusting her hips in my direction with a smirk before peaking around the corner to get a good look at him before she turns back around to face me.

"Oh my god, Chels! No! I didn't jump him, you hoe. Thank you very much," I retort, giving her a playful shove before getting his water with lemon. Before making my way back to him, I copy Chelsea and sneak a quick look at him, admiring him from a distance.

"Alright, here is your water with lemon," I say, placing the glass down in front of him. "Have you decided what you would like to get?" I ask, pulling my note pad out once more.

"Awesome, thank you. And yes, I have. I'd like to get cheeseburger, cooked medium rare with no onion, add pickle with a side of fries, please," he orders and hands me back the menu with a smile.

"You got it. I'll go get this put in for you," I tell him with a smile of my own.

I give our overnight cook, Julio the order and grab the bucket full of clean knives and forks, along with a bunch of napkins and begin putting them together for the following day. I carry them to the nearest table to the kitchen and begin the boring, grueling task.

I'm about 10 napkin wrapped silverware sets in when Chelsea sits across from me, wearing a shit-eating smirk. I look up at her with a raised brow, "what's with the face?" I ask, wrapping another set of a fork and knife, setting it aside.

"Oh nothing. Just the fact that your southern hottie hasn't taken his eyes off of you once since you sat down," Chelsea informs me, mirth dancing in her green eyes as she pops her gum. My eyes widen and my body becomes stiff at the information, but I don't dare turn around to look at him to find out.

"He is not," I reply, shaking my head, grabbing another set and wrapping it before setting it aside. There is no way someone as attractive as that man is, is checking out a nobody like me. I refuse to believe it.

"How the hell would you know? You're not even facing him to see," she retorts, giving me a pointed look.

"I don't have to, Chels. Someone who looks like that would never look at someone like me. Not only is he gorgeous, but judging by the way his shirt hugs his chest and arms…that man is built and just thinking about it is making me horny," I whisper harshly.

Her smile grows and she looks at me with wicked eyes that tell me she's up to no good. "Don't you dare even think about it!" I hiss, grabbing her arm as she goes to stand up, knowing exactly what is on her mind.

"Why not, Rory! You haven't been laid in well…forever. Ever since having Matty five years ago, you've neglected yourself. You've put all of your attention onto him…which is great! You should be. But you also need to think about yourself, too. You literally have no life outside of him and work. Jason has him right now and we'll keep him for the day, tomorrow…just…do this for yourself. Come on, Aurora," Chelsea pleads of me and before I can answer, Julio alerts me that the food is ready. I never thought I'd be more thankful for my job at this very moment so I don't have to answer Chels and her ridiculous thoughts.

Shooting up from my seat, I grab the plate of food from the heating plate and bring it to my one and only current customer. Sensing my presence, he looks up from his phone with a smile and locks it, putting it on the table next to him. "Here you are," I say, placing the plate in front of him. "Is there anything else I can get for you?" I ask him.

"Yes, actually. If it's at all possible, since you are workin' after all, I'd like to get to know you. That is if it's alright with you," he replies. I go to open my mouth to respond, but Chelsea shows up behind me and places a hand on my shoulder, squeezing it.

"She'd love to. Wouldn't you, Rory?" She answers for me, before addressing me, "I'll take care of anyone else who comes in. You need to do this," she whispers the last part quietly so only I can hear her.

Returning my attention to him, I provide him with a shy smile, "I'd like that…actually," I reply and take the empty spot across from him in the booth.

"Perfect," he said, looking at me with a smile and takes a sip of his water. "So…Rory. What is that short for?" He asks, popping a fry into his mouth as he waits for my answer.

"Aurora, but everyone calls me Rory…as you've noticed," I chuckle.

"I did," he laughs, "but I like it. My name is Allen, by the way," he adds, holding his hand out to me. I take it in mine and the smile on his face widens.

"I like yours, too. It definitely fits with your accent. Which is a good thing," I reply and giggle at the grin that develops in place of his smile.

"You're strokin' my ego, darlin'. I don't know if you wanna do that too much. I'm already kinda a big deal, but I don't let it get to me or affect who I am as a person. That's not who I am," Allen tells me and I sit back in my seat and observe him.

"And who are you? What brings you here to Orlando? I've never seen you before and I've been here all my life," I say and he looks at me in mild shock. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask.

He literally looks completely baffled that I have no idea who he is. And he says he's a big deal? I am soooo confused. And it's obvious he's not big headed otherwise he would have fed off of my complimenting his accent. Cause let's face it…any girl would swoon at hearing him call them darling. I'm trying desperately not to let it show that that is exactly what he's done to me.

"You really have no idea who I am, do you?" He asked and I shake my head, tilting my head with furrowed brows. "Well you already know my name and I'm here in Orlando for work…I'm–" he begins to say, but hesitates to say what he intended to.

"It's alright if you don't wanna tell me. It's not like I'm going to see you again after tonight," I tell him and his entire demeanor changes at my comment.

"Forgive me for being blunt and asking this, but you are single…right?" Allen asks me and I slowly nod my head.

"I am…otherwise I wouldn't be sitting here, talking to you. Wait…please tell me you're single," I return with wide eyes, getting ready to leave the table if he tells me anything differently than yes.

Allen shoots a hand out to grab mine, his eyes wide with fear. "No don't…please stay. I am…very much single. And like you, I wouldn't have wanted to get to know you otherwise," he tells me and I settle back into my seat, looking at him intently. I know I don't know this guy, but there is something about him that I really like…that isn't his good looks or accent. I just don't know what.

"Believe me…I wanna tell you who I am and what I do, but I'm afraid after I tell you that you'll just want me for my money and my looks," he explains and I can hear the pain in his voice.

Pinning him with my stare, I take my hand he has a hold of and grip his, cradling it within both of my smaller hands. "I know it's hard to believe, because I'm sure you hear it all the time…but let's face it…you are drop dead gorgeous, but that doesn't mean I'd use you for your looks. That's not who I am. And if you don't believe me, that's alright too because like I said…it's not like we're going to see each other again after tonight," I tell him.

He ignores my last comment and takes his eyes off of his food to look up at me with a look of determination on his face. "What time do you get off?" He asks me and I'm taken aback by his sudden question, but answer him anyway.

Looking at my watch, I see that it's already well past midnight. "In less than an hour…why?" I ask. What does this guy have up his sleeve?

"There is obviously an attraction between the two of us and if I'm reading you, your eyes and your body language correctly…you want me just as much as I want you. Even if it's just a physical thing…but something tells me it's not that," Allen explains to me and my eyes widen.

"How…?" I ask, completely baffled that he hit the nail on the proverbial head and a small smirk graces his handsome face.

"I can tell you're holdin' back on me. Yeah, you're conversing with me, but you're not telling me anything about yourself. Your eyes and body tell me a different story though. If you're sure we won't see each other again after tonight…come back with me to my room. We've gotten this far…at least let me have you because it's takin' everythin' in me right now not to have my way with you and I can see in your eyes you feel the same way. If you're still with me come mornin'…I'll tell you who I am and what I do," Allen proposes to me and my jaw drops.

"You…you're serious," I stammer out and he just smiles at me with a subtle nod of his head.

"I am," he simply replies.