The brunette noted that no one was around at the moment, which suited her just fine.  She made a beeline over to the tall, handsome blond man, whose eyes were downcast, his hands clasped before him.  He appeared to be deeply lost in thought and didn't even notice her approaching.

She cleared her throat, realizing the man was so distracted he hadn't even looked up at the sound of her heels clacking against the floor.

"Edge?"

The Canadian turned his head in her direction, and she nearly winced at the look in his emerald-green eyes.  Edge was, of course, twenty-nine years old, but at that moment, to Stephanie, he looked just like a little boy lost.

"Oh...Hi, Stephanie."

"Hi," she replied.  The tall brunette came closer to perch beside him on the equipment case, and, being the gentleman he was, Edge gave her a hand, helping her up.  "Thanks."  She eyed him speculatively, deciding just how exactly to begin.

"You look kind of down...What's wrong?"

Edge looked away from her.  Raking a hand through his long golden locks, he mumbled, "Nothing."

Stephanie felt the slight urge to roll her eyes.  She never could understand why men were like this - why couldn't they just open up more, immediately admit when something was bothering them - seek advice and stuff, like she would do?  Despite being very emotional, Hunter was like that.  And she hated the kind of answer Edge had just given her - it was so typically male.

The brunette thought about all of that, biting her lip as she fought the urge to suddenly laugh as she realized that if men did things the way she wished they would, they would be women.

She decided to use a slightly different tactic.  Placing one hand on the man's arm, she said, "Edge, I know something's bothering you, and...Well, wasn't I always a good, understanding and sympathetic General Manager before the roster split ended?"

The blond man turned to face her, not saying a word yet but listening intently as he realized she wasn't finished.

"Wasn't I always fair - and a friend to you personally?"

"Yeah," he admitted.  "Yeah, you were.  And I was so glad to be working for you and not Bischoff.  From what I heard from quite a few people, he's a real prick - and a real bitch to have to work for."

The pretty brunette couldn't supress a smirk at that.  "Figures...but Edge, look...I'm your friend, and I don't like to see you feeling bad.  I want to help.  So...Why the long face?"

He shook his head, not wanting to admit anything, but... Well, Stephanie was a woman, and it was different talking to women about this sort of thing.

"Eh...It's because of a certain holiday coming up tomorrow," he admitted.

"Oh...I hear ya," she replied with a short nod.  After a brief moment of silence, Stephanie spoke again.  "Well...would there happen to be a girl you're sort of interested in?  Someone you like, who you'd want to hook up with on Valentine's Day?"

Edge turned to glance into her face, wondering for a moment if she was hinting something to him.  Was Stephanie trying to tell him she was interested in him?  He hoped not... It wasn't that he didn't like her - he liked the brunette a lot, as they'd become pretty good friends during the roster split when she'd been the General Manager of SmackDown - but he'd never seen her in that light.  However, he quickly discarded the thought of that, as he was quite certain that she had feelings for another blond man who also just so happened to be employed by the WWE...

He glanced down for a beat before replying.  "Yeah, actually...There is someone I'm interested in - very interested in, as a matter of fact, but...She'd never go for me."

Stephanie cocked her head to one side as she regarded her friend.  "Why not?"

"Well," Edge began, running his hand through his hair again, "first off, she's so beautiful, she probably has at least a dozen guys falling over themselves to be with her.  Second, I don't think she's ever seen me as anything more than a friend."

The young woman eyed him sympathetically, her blue eyes fixed to his profile.  "Edge, I'm sure any girl would give her eyeteeth to be with you - including the one you hold so dear to your heart."

"I don't..."  The blond Canadian's voice abruptly stopped as a certain diva suddenly appeared a mere few feet away as she returned to the women's locker room.  His gaze was fixed on the sight of her, and the brunette noted the look of longing on his face.  That look confirmed one thing to Stephanie - that she and Trish had been one hundred percent right.  No doubt about it - Edge was definitely in love with Lita.