She distracts me

Getting the call

Roman Suarez

And just like that. Moody Roman was back and Paul laughed, slapping a 10 pound weight on both sides of the barbell. Paul waited until Roman was mid press and started talking again. 

“Anyways, about the face chewing and all that. I called a couple people last night, even though you’re a prick I’m working on it for ya.” 

Paul’s features softened some. Roman was his best friend but he also knew his friend was troubled. He was dark and private. He didn’t do a lot of the normal athlete or hollywood playboy stuff. He would of course go out to clubs with the team and stuff, or occasionally be Paul’s wingman. But it didn’t hold the same enjoyment for Roman it did for everyone else. 

Roman spotted Paul after his friend got warmed up. The two trading sets and talking for over an hour as they worked out, settling into a normal routine. After they were done working out Paul made some eggs and toast from the meager pantry in Roman’s house for the two to eat. 

“Seriously dude, you better hope one of these people gets back to me. This is pitiful.” Paul laughed as he dug through the kitchen for food. 

Roman was finishing up a post-workout protein shake, freshly showered and wiping off his damp hair with a towel, a few drops running down his chest into the cavities of his ab muscles. He wiped it off and dropped the towel on the bar as they sat down to eat. 

“So who did you contact?” Roman questioned Paul, curious what kind of people he was checking out. Obviously he trusted Paul, but he had his own background searching to do on people as well. He didn’t take anything at face value. 

“Couple athletic trainers hoping to make it to NFL big leagues, cute nerdy little nutritionist that works next to that vegan nutjobs shop, and some girl that a bunch of celebrities and athletes use here in LA.”

Roman shoved a bite of scrambled egg into his mouth, chomping down on a bite of toast. s**t was bland, and dry as f**k. He looked at Paul, eyebrow raised, but said nothing about the food. Instead he asked, “Write the names down. You know I gotta look into them myself.”

Paul groaned. “Then why do you need me?” he asked like a child, but scribbled a bunch of names on paper, sliding it in Roman’s direction. 

Just as Roman was about to respond, Paul’s phone rang. Since he had been using it to get the names, he answered immediately. Roman couldn’t quite make out the sound of the voice on the other side, but it was definitely feminine.

 He didn’t know how he felt about having a woman all up in his business, professional or not. Then again, he wasn’t sure that he could hear one more rumor about him being gay without knocking out someone’s f*****g teeth, so maybe it was better this way. 

He heard Paul ask the person for coffee at Papa’s and hang up. “Who was that?” Roman asked.

“This one…” Paul shoved a piece of toast in his mouth, pointing at Lacy McDaniel’s on the paper. “She is the one everyone was recommending…” crumbs flying out of his mouth onto the island as he answered Roman. 

“Seriously dude?” Roman brushed the crumbs off his arm and the bar. “Just make sure she understands all the rules before you give her any false hope. I dont need some crying, prying female up in here.” 

Paul laughed, “Oh I know man, I know. Gotta run, let ya know how it goes later.”

Roman growled to himself, taking the list of names and heading towards his office to do some investigating of his own as Paul let himself off to go get ready for this meeting.