Silver
By PrincessLala95
Disclaimer: This is a WWE fanfiction. Brock Lesnar is not my character.
Valerie couldn't help but to be impressed that Brock had found such a nice restaurant open past midnight. It was Monday, which obviously meant that they had to work, but they'd agreed to go on a date afterwards. She'd been hesitant about trying to go out so late, but he'd assured her that he could find a good place to go - and, he'd been right.
The atmosphere in the restaurant was quite elegant and classy. It wasn't terribly crowded, probably because it was so late, and on one end of the restaurant, there was a dance floor with a live band playing Christmas songs. The music was just loud enough to be enjoyable from anywhere in the restaurant without being too overpowering, which meant that they could maintain a conversation while they ate. Aside from the music, there was little noise but for the low din of conversation and the clinking of silverware.
"So, tell me about yourself, I guess?" Brock asked after they'd placed their orders with the waiter. Neither of them had said much just yet. For Valerie, it was because she was nervous; she didn't know why he hadn't been talking.
"About myself?" Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yeah," he replied. "I mean, isn't that what people do on first dates?"
"I guess so," Valerie replied, shrugging slightly. "I don't really, you know, date much..."
"No?"
"No. I usually don't agree to go out with anyone unless I know they're serious about it, which usually ends in long-term relationships," Valerie replied softly. "You're only the third guy I've been out with since I was a teenager."
"That's impressive, to be honest," Brock said with a smile. "I haven't been on a first date in...well, in over a decade, I suppose."
"Right...your wife," Valerie mumbled awkardly, glancing down at her water glass.
"How about we agree not to talk about previous relationships?" Brock asked with a smile. "You talk about yourself, and I'll talk about myself."
They chatted for a short while until their appetizers arrived, though it was difficult to find things to say when both of your life stories are already on the internet, ready to find with a mere click of a button and a visit to Wikipedia. Brock was a nice guy, though, and seemed genuinely interested in hearing about her. She found that she was talking way more than he was, going off on random tangents while he actively listened to what she had to say.
They ate their appetizers mostly in silence, though it wasn't an awkward silence so much as it was just them enjoying their food. The food was great, and they were just finishing up their appetizers when their main courses arrived.
"This restaurant's great," Valerie said to him with a smile. "The food's good, and the service is nice and quick."
"It's a great place, I used to come here from time to time with..." Brock paused slightly, his voice trailing off. "Sorry."
"No, it's fine," Valerie replied quickly, shaking her head. "You were married for, what, eleven years? It's hard to pretend like that time never happened."
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But still, it doesn't seem fair to you to mention her."
"Can I ask you a question?" Valerie asked softly before taking a small bite of her food.
"Shoot."
"Why did you guys end things?"
Brock was silent for a minute. He took a bite of his meal, and Valerie wondered whether he'd answer or change the topic. Both of them were quiet, eating for a minute or so, before he finally spoke up.
"I guess the love just...wasn't there any more," he replied. "I think we both knew, it and I think we'd both known it for a while. I guess we both just wanted to try to fix things, and we were trying to feel something again, but there was just nothing there."
"That's sad," Valerie said softly.
"I know," he murmured. "But anyways, let's not talk about that. Why don't we go and dance?"
"What about our food?" Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow. She was barely even half-finished.
"It'll still be here when we get back," Brock replied. "They check the dance floor, don't worry. Come on, I like this song." He stood up and took her by the hand, pulling her to her feet and leading her out to the dance floor. She felt underdressed compared to the other women there - they were all wearing beautiful gowns, but she'd opted for a simple little black dress with silver accessories. Nobody seemed to mind, though, and the couples already on the small dance floor readily made room for her and Brock to join in.
His hand came to firmly grasp her waist, and his other hand took hers. She laid her hand on his shoulder, smiling nervously up at him. "You should probably know that I suck at dancing," she said, and he chuckled.
"That's fine. I'll lead," he replied. It took a moment to get started, but soon they were dancing slowly along to the music. Silver Bells was playing, and it seemed like an appropriate song given how the evening had been progressing so far.
"So...you like to dance?" Valerie asked softly. She had a feeling that dating him meant that she'd need to improve her dancing skills.
"Sometimes," he replied with a smile. "In the right situation."
"And this is the right situation?" she asked.
"I'm pretty sure," he murmured, gazing down at her, "that any situation involving you would be the right situation."
