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Amy was finally feeling at ease with the mysterious blond man. They had decided to call a truce, and he'd asked her if she was hungry. Then, they'd gone to get some dinner, and Adam had asked her if she would mind taking out instead of sitting in the restaurant.
Now, they were sitting outside in the dusk, at the picnic table outside the man's modest house.
"So... you live alone here?" she asked. He hadn't even invited her inside yet, and she sensed the only invitation she was going to get, at least tonight, was if she announced that she had to go to the bathroom. Needless to say, Adam Copeland was an extremely private individual.
"Yup," he said between bites of cheeseburger and fries. He took a sip of cola before speaking again. "It's a little quiet with the next nearest neighbor a half-mile away, but you get used to it fast."
"Oh." The redhead wasn't sure she personally would. She was a big city girl, always had been. This place was like the boondocks to her.
As she ate some more of her food, she became silently thoughtful. She remembered what Melina had told her and wondered if he would somehow mention it. Her guess was a resounding "no." But why would such a topic suddenly come up unless she asked him about his family? She decided she wasn't going to do that - at least not yet. They were having a fairly decent time, and she didn't want to do or say anything that would spoil that. Instead, she decided to focus on a completely different subject.
"So... Now that we're on friendly terms again, can I ask you something?" She hoped he wouldn't get angry this time.
The tall blond man leaned back, eyeing her intensely. He could sense what she was about to ask him.
"What's that?" he questioned. He continued eating his burger but kept his gaze on her with anticipation.
"How did you know what was going to happen those times?" she asked, her eyes meeting his squarely. Her heart was pounding like a kettle drum. "I mean, it was like you knew disaster was about to strike."
He nodded.
"I did." He sighed and put his food aside. "I... get visions," he admitted. It was a little bit awkward to confess it. Only two other people in his life had ever known about the visions, one of course being Shawn Michaels. The other had been his mother. He'd always had his suspicions that Mike knew about them as well, but he'd never known for sure whether that was true.
"Visions?" Amy echoed, her gaze staying on his face.
"Yeah," he said, crossing his arms and leaning back, his long legs sprawled before him under the table. "They're kind of like migraines when they hit, only I see stuff... Usually really bad stuff." He met her hazel gaze, sincerely hoping she didn't think he was crazy.
"So, that's how you knew about my car," she said thoughtfully. "And the rockslide. You actually did see it before it happened. Wow," she breathed. To her, being psychic was almost sort of supernatural. It fascinated her.
They merely stared at each other in silence for a beat, absorbed in their own individual thoughts.
"How long have you been psychic?" the redhead finally asked.
Adam shook his head, waving his hand at her choice of words.
"I'm not psychic," he insisted. "Well, not in the traditional sense. I only get visions when disaster is going to strike."
She cocked her head as a memory came rushing back to her.
"But on the day we met, you knew it was my birthday."
The blond man's face filled with recognition. He slapped his denim-clad thigh lightly as he replied.
"Oh, that's right!" He fixed his green eyes on her as they grew merry. "Well, I guess you're a walking disaster." He winked.
Amy laughed, and it was definitely the best and most comfortable she'd felt in his presence since they'd met.
Adam was truly a good guy, and she was glad she was getting the opportunity to know him.