AJ Lee

Of all the Divas that had walked into your hotel at that so far, none of them had interested you enough to go talk to them until you saw the tiny, unmistakable figure of AJ Lee, the Divas champion, walking into your lobby.

Of course, like many of the rest of them, that diamond on her left hand, courtesy of the now-absent CM Punk, meant she was off to limits to any other guys, not that that has ever stopped you before.

So as you see her walking up to your desk to check in, you think of a way to get her to engage you in conversation.

"Ah, good to see you in my fine establishment AJ," you tell her as she approaches you and inquires about where her room is.

"Nice to meet you John," she replies to you, giving you a shy, and possibly flirty smile as you show her where her room is, "and please, call me April. That IS the name I was born with, after all."

"Very well then April," you tell her, which causes her to giggle at the sound of you adhering to her request as she flags down a few of your co-workers to get her bags.

"I could've gotten those for you, April," you tell her, really laying it on thick, sensing you may have an opening here.

"I know you could've John," she tells you, one of her hands squeezing the muscles in your upper arm, "but then I wouldn't be able to keep talking to you, would I?"