He had been watching her since she entered the bar with a couple friends ten minutes ago. His teammates had been telling him to go chat her up, but he was waiting until her friends had left her alone for a moment so he could lay the charm on without her friends hitting on him or trying to force her into going out with him. Finally, he got his chance and got up from their table in the back to head to the bar.

"Hi, I'm Colby." He greeted from seemingly out of nowhere and she smiled from where she sat at the bar.

"Isabelle."

"That's a pretty name, for a beautiful woman like yourself." She giggled and he grinned.

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, thank your parents." He joked and she grinned at him. "What are you drinking?"

"Oh, I don't drink."

"Why's that?"

"I don't drink during volleyball season." She murmured with a small smirk and he smirked as well.

"Who do you play for?"

"The Hawkeyes." He gave a low whistle and she smiled, stirring her Shirley Temple with the straw.

"What's your major?"

"Photography. Pretty lame, I know."

"Actually pretty interesting, if I may say." She blushed and he smiled.

"Tell me about yourself, if I may inquire." She asked and he smiled.

"I'm living the life. My job keeps me on the road a lot, but I'm living the dream, so it's totally worth it, you know?" She nodded and he smiled. "You probably wouldn't even believe me if I told you what I did for a living."

"Oh, I know who you are, Mr. Rollins." She teased with a wink and his eyes widened. "I just wasn't going to say anything."

"I like you more and more as this conversation goes on." She giggled and he smiled. "But yeah, it's a dream come true. It sucks at times because it's damn near impossible to keep a stable relationship because most women get jealous easily. I just get so lonely, you know?"

"I know the feels." She mumbled and he smiled, placing his hand atop hers gently. "With college sports we travel all over, and college guys are so immature. Your hands are super soft, by the way."

"It's the gloves." He said with a cheeky grin and she smiled. "I know that this is an odd meeting, and I completely understand if you totally turn me down, but did you maybe want to go see a movie or something with me tomorrow night? I'm in town for RAW on Monday, but I have a couple days off, and-

"I'd love to. But I have a volleyball game tomorrow evening."

"Is it at UI?"

"Mhm." She mumbled as she pulled out a twenty but he lightly smacked her hand and slapped a fifty on the bar before helping her out of the barstool.

"What time? I'd love to watch you play."

"Game starts at seven, I'd suggest you get there at six forty five for a good seat." She informed as they left the bar and he nodded.

"Seven's a little late for a movie, maybe afterwards I can take you to dinner?" He asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"Like, a date?" She asked with a raised brow, and he nodded.

"If you'd like to call it a date. We don't have to, but-"

"Colby, relax. I'd like it to be a date."

"Really?" He asked as she unlocked her car and she nodded.

"Yeah, you're a nice guy, and a cutie."

"Thank you. Most ladies are pushed away by the beard."

"I like the beard." She yawned and he smiled, stroking his beard.

"Can I get your phone number, before you head home and go to bed?"

"Of course." They both pulled out their phones and exchanged numbers before she stood up on her tip toes and kissed his cheek. "Goodnight, Colby."

"Goodnight, Isabelle. I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." He murmured, pressing a kiss to her cheek as well before letting her get into her car.

She waited until he had crossed the street and reentered the bar before driving off to her apartment. Colby was a great guy, from what she saw, but she was hoping that a certain one of his teammates would recognize her. But Colby was great, and if the man who practically raised her didn't recognize her, then oh well. She wouldn't let it drag her down, nor would she bring it up.

A/N: I know, I probably shouldn't be starting another story when I can barely handle the two on my plate right now, but I've been playing with this idea for a couple months and figured, why not?