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Torrie bit her lip as she stared across the hallway at the tall blond man.
at the very moment, Adam Copeland was alone, his redheaded girlfriend nowhere in sight. Well, she knew Amy was sort of on a break and would not be doing any in-ring work for awhile, although she was still in the dark as to the reason. For a moment, Torrie wondered if maybe the other woman was pregnant, but then discarded that idea. No doubt, whatever was up, it had everything to do with whatever had led to her hands getting injured badly enough that they needed to be bandgaged. She naturally hadn't had the nerve to ask the redhead about it, but so far, Matt didn't know the story, either.
The tall platinum blonde raised her right hand to chew nervously on a cuticle on her thumb. God, why had she ever agreed to do this? Despite what some people might think, it wasn't her at all.
Steeling herself, she straightened her back, tossed her long hair over one shoulder and headed over to where the Canadian was still standing.
His profile was toward her, and he was clad in a pair of white wrestling tights, his long blond hair slightly damp from a recent shower. Torrie didn't fail to take notice of how good-looking a man he was - but she was not the type to go after someone else's boyfriend. Well, not for *real*, anyway.
"Hi..." She raised her left hand and twirled a lock of platinum through her forefinger. It was pretty much an unconscious gesture, something the young woman typically did when she was nervous - not a flirting gesture as most people would believe.
"Oh, hey, Torrie." Adam offered her a slight smile, but his attention was elsewhere in a split second. He appeared to be distracted, to say the least.
The diva smiled as well, but it was short-lived as she was plagued by guilt over what she was going to do. Still, she'd given Matt Hardy her word - and Matt was the one person she didn't want to disappoint.
Damn it...
"How's it going, Adam?" Torrie asked, moving over just enough so that she was again in his direct line of vision. She smiled more brightly, daring to reach out and place a finger on his forearm. She hoped her unease wouldn't show.
Adam glanced down at the finger the tall blonde woman had laid on him, his brow arching. Then, ignoring the odd nagging feeling that had suddenly come over him, he shrugged.
"Things are okay," he said. "Guess I'm just a little nervous about my match."
"Oh, why?" Torrie cocked her head as she looked up at him with curiosity.
The blond man briefly met her blue eyes, then shrugged lightly again.
"I just am," he said with a sigh. "I guess I've been a bit on edge lately ever since Amy's-" The Canadian abruptly stopped speaking, and he wondered why he'd said as much as he had. Prior to this, he'd pretty much never carried on a conversation with Torrie Wilson. He wondered why he would start now, but guessed that what he'd been doing was sort of thinking out loud. The only difference was that the blonde had been questioning him.
He shook his head, then ran his right hand through his mass of long golden hair.
"I should get to gorilla position," he said. "See you, Torrie..." He turned to head down the hallway, but the diva stopped him with a hand that grabbed at his left arm. Adam frowned for a second, but it went unnoticed by the woman before he turned back toward her.
"Have a good match," she said, making sure her voice was syrupy sweet. "And I hope we can continue this talk some other time..."
The tall Canadian nodded before turning back to continue away - leaving Torrie standing there, feeling incredibly stupid.
Just as she was about to walk away to return to the divas' locker room, she caught sight of him - Matt, who was standing a few feet away, a grin on his face. He nodded and gave her a thumbs up.
Torrie closed her eyes and sighed before leaving the corridor.