Like I said, I don't talk to Seth anytime after I get down the flight. I notice his head in the crowd, walking towards baggage collect, but I'm too far away to catch up with him. I see him once again beside the luggage conveyor belt, but his suitcase comes out way before mine so he leaves. I guess that's just fate.
After I collect my suitcase, I'm taking the escalator down to where people are waiting for their families. I see drivers holding up name cards but I'm not looking for one today, since Mikaze did promise he would be here. I use the height of the escalator to try and spot his head in the crowd, and sure enough, there he is, in a yellow shirt, capris and beanie, wearing his glasses. He's talking to someone whose back is facing me, so I can't really make out who it is from up here. I make it down the escalator and walk towards them, but seconds later I wish I hadn't.
'Sasha!'
That's not Mikaze.

It's Seth Rollins, and for some reason he's now talking to my husband like there's no tomorrow. I am utterly confused. I suppose they know each other, but why couldn't Seth have just avoided him?
'Sasha,' pipes in Mikaze, pulling me in for a nervous hug. 'I missed you.' Seth just smiles.
Mikaze pulls away and he looks uncomfortable. Seth checks his watch and then pats Mikaze on the back.
'Well, dude, it was nice seeing you. Take care of yourself, yeah?' They go in for a handshake.
'And you,' says Mikaze, his eyes shifting uncomfortably. Seth then turns to me.
'See you on Thursday, Sasha.' Then he winks. Then he's gone.

The car ride home is pleasant. We talk for a while about general stuff like the house and relatives and RAW, but then we get bored of each other and I decide to play some K-Pop to fill the void. Mikaze looks extra tired today.
'I had a late night, Sasha.' He's shy in general but not really around me. I guess he really must be sleepy.
'I could have just called a cab. I hope I haven't disturbed you babe.'
'No, no,' he says, putting his hand against his forehead and then back on the driving wheel. 'It's no bother.' He doesn't sound very convincing.

For those who don't know, Mikaze works as a costume maker for WWE. He's worked for my costumes, and other wrestlers' costumes like Paige and Summer. I met him in the indies before I even moved down to FCW. He also used to wrestle for ages (he even wrestled me once) and he was actually even in an episode of RAW once. Okay, he wasn't like main eventing or anything. He kind of got squashed by Ryback. Anyway, he's still my hero. My shy, awkward hero.

I hope he hasn't planned anything romantic for us cause all I want to do is sleep. Mikaze turns into our road and it's the same as always; a pretty, sunny cul-de-sac with a pleasant silence. I don't even bother unpacking once I go inside; I fight Mikaze for the sleeping pills, take two and flop hopelessly onto my bed.

Less than two minutes later, I am interrupted by the violent ringing of my phone, and I have to force my eyes open to see who it is. It's Charlotte. I answer it.
'Heeeeey,' she yells into her phone. How is she so active? And why does she get to enjoy the Carolina sunshine?
'Hi,' I whisper croakily back into the phone to show that I am tired and that I really, do not, need to be disturbed.
She doesn't get the message. 'God, Sasha, you sound dreadful. Are you sleeping or something?' I'm about to say yes, but she laughs, so I decide to keep quiet and slam my phone face down onto the bed.
She continues talking. 'So basically, I got a call from Creative and they want to discuss what's happening at Summerslam and stuff...'
My eyes are slowly shutting. Summerslam is the last thing I want to think about right now.
'...but that's not why I called you. I need your advice on something.'
Why do I perk up at this line? I put my phone to my face and see that Charlotte is biting her lip in nervousness. As tired as I am, a very small part of me wants to be a good friend so I whisper, 'go on.'
'Okay.' She takes a deep breath and exhales sharply. 'You can't tell anyone, and...oh my god, I can't believe I'm telling you, but I think that...'
What. WHAT. WHAT?!?!
'...Nia Jax just asked me out on a date.'
Whaaaaaaaaat?

I am speechless. 'Umm...oh my god, I...never knew she felt that way?'
Charlotte's eyes widen. 'I know right? Same! Oh my god, Sasha, it was all so weird.'
For some reason, the sleeping pills have had a reverse effect on me. I sit up. 'Tell me.'
'Oh god.' She looks down and giggles in embarrassment, holding her hand up to her mouth. 'Like, after you left, we were just waiting together for the flight, and then she told me that she really enjoys being around me and stuff...'
'Right...'
'And so I was like, oh my god, hey, I love you as a friend too. But then she leaned in really close and was like, "I love you not just as a friend, Charlotte. Its' more than that." And then she explained how she feels and apparently... she's been trying to tell me for ages. What do I do?'
I sigh. This is all a bit too much. 'Well how do you feel about her?' I bite the pink hair that's lying in front of my mouth.
'I don't like her like that, if that's what you're asking. I mean,' she picks up a coffee and takes a sip of it. 'She's pretty and all that, but...I'm not lesbian. I'm into guys. I can't just choose to be lesbian, can I?'
I nod reassuringly. 'Girl, you can't just play around with her. Just tell her you ain't interested!'
Charlotte hesitates, then runs a hand through her hair. 'I mean, I would...if she wasn't...'
'If she wasn't what?'
She gives in with a sigh. 'If she wasn't so scary. I don't know how to say no.'
This makes me snort-laugh. Charlotte's the queen. How could she be scared of saying no to someone?
'Dude.' I decide to give Charlotte a reality check. 'Nia isn't who she plays on RAW. She seems so much sweeter in real life.'
'I don't know, Sasha. She seemed pretty adamant that she was into me. And it's going to be so awkward at all the live shows, and especially at Renee's party...'

Oh crap. I forgot about Dean and Renee's little anniversary party. They organised it so that it's after the Smackdown in Vegas, meaning that we're going to be relying on alcohol and caffeine to keep us awake. Most of the RAW and Smackdown people are going and it looks like it's going to be a lot of fun.
I explain to Charlotte that I really can't help her with her problem and that I have to sleep. After an hour of actual sleeping, I wake up to find that Mikaze has made me a meal of carrot sticks and garlic bread, which I hug him for. As I'm eating them, he tells me to wear something nice because we're going into the city tonight.

I slip on a black bodycon dress and let my hair loose, whilst Mikaze decks out in some casual wear. There's no parking in the city centre so we take the bus. We hop off at the designer shop section, where we know we can do nothing but window shop if we want access to food and water for the rest of our lives. Mikaze even does something completely out of the ordinary; he drags me across the road to a busy Doner Kebab truck, and splashes out on kebabs and cokes for our dinner. This isn't why I wore the bodycon dress, but I appreciate him for being adventurous. I just hope this won't make me sick for RAW Live on Thursday.

The streets are filled with people, even though the sky above is a dark navy blue, like it was on the flight. As always, the stars, street lamps and billboards signs are illuminating the sidewalks.
'Hey,' I hear from behind me, as someone taps me on the shoulder. I turn around to face a guy with his camera. 'Is that you?'
He is pointing to a large billboard sign above my head. Sure enough, it's an advert for Monday Night RAW, and guess whose faces are sprawled across the front cover? It's me with my women's championship, and Seth Rollins. Seth freaking Rollins. There's a crowd of people that have realised I match the woman in the billboard, and begin to take selfies with me. I smile along but half the time I'm looking up at the billboard; from me, to Seth, then back to me. The words 'Undisputed Future' appear above Seth's face and I can't help but roll my eyes and laugh. If he were here right now, he'd be soaking that glory in, let me tell you.
He looks pretty good beside me. I'm decked out in my boss gear, flashing the boss rings, necklace and sunglasses like there's no tomorrow. Seth's in his usual skinny black latex attire, grinning wildly over Boston with the best mix of a confident and arrogant smile I've ever seen. I shouldn't doubt its authenticity, cause he really is confident and arrogant in real life. He's exactly who he plays on RAW. He is his character. Whereas me...I'm nowhere near a boss. I feel like a moody, grumpy cow sometimes.
I look over at Mikaze and he's staring at the billboard sign too. He's smiling; he's happy for me, but his eyes are wandering uncomfortably again.