➳ it wasn’t very common to hear of a wrestling program in the likes of liverpool ; honestly , paul was thinking his mind was still affected from the long , sleep-deprived nights in germany . a fighting girl ? he’d seen a couple of those already ; they were nearly as tall as him & they were definitely not to be messed with , no no . but a professional , the lad had insisted . though he had no interest in the art of fighting -- rather , he was more of a diplomatic person than anything , paul picked himself up to see what all the commotion was for .
it seemed , though , that once they had arrived at the wrestling studio , the people had already started to disperse . he tilted his head upward to scan amongst the moving crowd , eyes scanning for the girl that his friend had previously described . dark hair , not too tall , ... ah --
despite being tired , the bassist’s lips curled up to form a gentle smile . first impressions , he thought , indeed do matter . ❝ miss ... devon , yes ? the lass in the flyers for tha’ wrestling program ? ❞
