Dani sat in the coffee shop, sipping a Mochacinno latte, while Mark had a black coffee.
"So what made you decide to start wrestling?", he asked.
She blushed and played with her ring.
Mark nearly choked on his coffee, looking at her.
"You, you were a big inspiration to me as a teenager. I watch all of your matches just to see what I can do better."
"I, I meant um... Wow this is good coffee."
"Don't need to be so nervous, Darlin. I don't bite."
"Damn it," she muttered under her breath.
"What's wrong, Dani?"
"Something is. Talk to me."
"This isn't how I imagined talking to you would go. I thought I'd be more smooth and charming instead of blushing like an idiot."
"You aren't an idiot. I think it's cute."
"Yeah. I hate when women try to act like they know me. Drives me insane."
"Oh. So what made you decide to become a wrestler, Undertaker?"
"Call me Mark."
Dani's heart stopped.
"Yeah. I'm only the Undertaker in the ring, Darlin."
They finished their coffee in silence and rode back to the hotel.
Mark walked her to her room and she looked down, biting her lip.
She turned to walk into her room and he grabbed her arm gently.
Dani looked up at him, confused.
He kissed her gently, then winked.
"See you around, Darlin."
Nodding dumbly, she watched him walk off.
"You're in love."
Dani jumped and looked at the wall, where Jez leaned against it.
"N-no I'm not."
"Liar. You're in love with my brother. Question is, what are you gonna do about it?"
The redhead walked back inside her room and Dani sighed.
"What am I gonna do about it?"