𝘚𝘗𝘌𝘊𝘐𝘈𝘓 | FINN BÁLOR ✓

T W O

Finn dragged his feet along with his bag and his body as he made his way to the bus - - the travel bus - - it was taken by most of the NXT superstars whenever they had live shows elsewhere. They rarely had shows outside of Florida.

They, most of the time, stayed at Full Sail, but they had live shows this week up in Atlanta.

He picked up his suitcase, dragging it onto the bus as he made his way in, greeting the driver and walking into the sitting area.

His eyes observed the many familiar faces of the almost, completely-filled bus, but his stare was fixed on the woman who made a lasting impression on him last week.

She was sitting far in the corner and had headphones on, staring out the window. It was clear that she wanted to stay alone, the seat beside her was empty.

Maybe, this was the perfect opportunity for him, so instead of sitting with his friends, he walked past them and sat next to her.

He had placed his bag under the seat, her eyes glancing over at the Irishman. Her eyes were watching his movements until his own eyes fixed on hers, his smile beginning to curve onto his lips.

This only made her wonder: why do they cover a face like his with paint?

He had greeted her with a simple nod, sparking up a conversation almost like nothing and not really caring about the headphones she had to take off to listen to him.

They spoke effortlessly to each other, he made it easy for her to talk to him. That was something notable about him.

She ended up looking over at the sunset as it was slowly disappearing into the dark sky, which caught his attention as well. "Why do you stare at that?" Finn asked, emphasizing that like he didn't know what it was.

Her eyebrow rose in reaction to his question, it was a pretty nonsensical question.

"It's called a sunset." Sasha's response was pretty condescending and it caused him to let out a breath, his eyes narrowing, "I know what it is, but it looks pretty boring."

She let out a sigh of her own, a small grin growing on her face, "To me, when I stare at the sunset, it lets me think about things. Like my thoughts. Thoughts that are bothering me." She pointed at it, "That makes me forget about all those thoughts."

The thought of Charlotte beating her was something she wanted to forget. A week had passed by, but she still couldn't find a way to get it out of her mind.

Finn noticed the look on Sasha's face whilst his grin started to slowly fade away. "Are you okay?" He asked, concerned at her sudden change of mood.

She looked at him and took in a breath, "Yeah." She answered, vaguely while turning back to stare out the window.

She knew she was lying, but she didn't want him to worry about anything.

Finn remained sitting there, confused. He never understood why people here don't explain their feelings. He's so used to people doing it in Ireland that he finds it confusing over here. He also didn't know if he should leave her alone or talk to her.

Sasha turned her face, not to look at him but to see what he was doing. He just sat back in his seat. He clearly wanted to have a better conversation than last time, something she wanted as well but her thoughts always make her think otherwise.

It was complicated because she wanted to speak to him, but she didn't want to at the same time.

"You don't have to sit here with me, Finn." Sasha's attitude started to come into play and he looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need anyone to talk to me, Finn. I'd rather be alone." Her response had a hint of rudeness, lying through her teeth.

She wants someone to talk to and she doesn't want to be alone. She's, most of the time, alone because she closes out people from her own problems and never likes to talk about herself. All they want to do is help her but she pushes them away.

"But why? I want to get to know you more." He argued with widen eyes and by her shocked reaction and smile, he knew he picked the correct choice of words to reply with as Sasha lightened up a bit because this is the first time someone has argued with her just to talk to her.

Sasha took a deep breath in and let it out, "What do you want to know?"

Finn was taken by surprise. He didn't expect her to be so straightforward with the question. He smiled and she found it contagious because she smiled as well.

"Well," Finn scratched the bottom of his beard, brainstorming a topic. Finn's smile grew wider as he knew what he wanted to say, "Surprise me."