Not well, clearly.

Sasha storms in and dumps her bag and keys on the table. She has clearly been crying on her journey back. She quickly dashes to the bathroom in an attempt to avoid me, but it doesn't work. As she goes to shut the door, I place my foot in the way, preventing it from shutting. I step in, expecting Sasha to send me out straight away, but she doesn't. Instead she puts her back against the wall in the shower and slides down, hands covering her face as she resumes her crying.

I decided to take a seat next to her and put my arm around her for comfort. She leans her head into my chest as she continues to cry. I remained silent until Sasha was ready to speak. I just stayed in the same spot, making sure she was alright. Whatever happened, it can't have been good.

Ten minutes passed and Sasha finally removed her face from my chest and looked up at the lights.

"I'm so sorry you have to deal with this, John." She says, breaking the silence.

"Sorry? What do you mean."

"I'm sorry for you having to watch me break down after what has been the worst day of my life."

"Sasha, you don't have to apologize for anything. I know we've only just met, but I can assure you. I'll be there for you."

"Really?"

"Really." A moment passed. Nobody spoke. "So, what happened?"

Sasha began to get worked up again, but she powered through. "Well, I was waiting at the bar for about forty minutes and I thought that he had stood me up. Eventually, he turned up. He was drunk though. He was also in his standard argumentative mood. Anyway, he said about how he didn't want to be with me anymore and how he believes that I have chosen WWE over him, even though he also works for WWE. His phone rang and it was some random chick. He answered the phone and just left me there. So I've decided that I'm just going to file for divorce and let that be that."

I thought that it was a silly thing to file divorce over, but I don't know the whole story. Or how long this has been going on for. However, it does appear that he has been having an affair, which is completely against any relationship or marriage. So fair enough, I say. Sasha began to cry again, so I hugged her again. This time, the emotions didn't last as long. Sasha released me and stood up. She had clearly begun to feel better.

"John? Why are you sitting in the shower?" She laughed. I felt happy seeing her in a good mood again.

"Huh?" I respond, confused at the question and sudden happy emotion. Suddenly, Sasha turned on the cold water, getting me soaked.

"Oh no. Now you're all wet. You're gonna have to take your clothes off. Don't worry, I won't look." Sasha says sarcastically, covering her eyes with her hands. I proceeded to remove my top, then my bottoms. When I was just in my underwear, I caught Sasha opening one of her hands, revealing her eye.

"Hey! Stop that." I joked.

"Sorry, I couldn't help it." Sasha said, re-closing her hand. I then proceeded to remove my underwear. When I had done so, I turned around and piled my clothes into one corner. When I turned around, I saw a fascinating sight.