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Amy looked around as they stepped into the establishment. It was a bright, white and most importantly, clean place with a seemingly pleasant atmosphere. A pretty, petite Latina waitress was zipping back and forth and smiled as she approached them.
"Hello there," she chimed, her smile growing as her brown eyes gazed up at Adam Copeland. "We're a little short-staffed today - Mickie and Trish are *both* sick." The woman, whom Amy noted from her nametag was named Melina, handed them menus and gestured toward a nearby booth with a tilt of her head. "Feel free to sit anywhere."
"Actually, Mel, I think we'll take the counter."
The waitress smiled again.
"Suit yourself, sugar." She winked and mouthed, 'I'll be right with you' before scurrying off.
The tall blond man ushered his lovely companion toward the counter. Once they were seated and had their menus open, Amy spoke.
"You really think there's someone here who can fix my car?
Adam turned fully to face the pretty redhead. His green eyes fixed on her hazel.
"I *know* there is."
"You don't mean Melina, do you? Because no offense, but I think she would be just about as incompetent as I am in that department."
Copeland laughed heartily, shaking his head.
"No, I don't mean Melina. But there's a man who comes in here on a daily basis who's very handy and fixes cars for a living. He's a mechanic by the name of Shawn Michaels."
"Okay, great." Amy perked up somewhat, straightening on her stool. "So," she went on, "let's go to this Michaels and ask him for help."
"He's not here," Adam said. "At least not right this minute. Why don't we have some breakfast in the meantime?"
Amy opened her mouth to speak, but the man interrupted her.
"It's on me."
The redhead met his incredibly deep green eyes, her heart flip-flopping as she did so. Who *was* this handsome, mysterious blond man she'd just met only moments earlier?
She smiled as she found her voice again.
"Thank you." She turned to check the menu still clutched in her hands, the fact that Copeland's gaze was still fixed on her not at all lost on her.
After a long moment, he startled her with his next words.
"Happy birthday."
Amy turned her head slowly in his direction. The tall blond man was eyeing her, a soft smile on his handsome face.
"What?"
"Today's your birthday, isn't it?" he asked, almost shyly.
"Yes... H-How did you know that?"
Adam shook his head. If he answered her question truthfully, it would only freak her out.
"I can't explain," he replied. "It's just... Well, I can just *sense* when it's someone's birthday. So, once again... Happy birthday."
Amy stared at him, a myriad of thoughts processing at once through her head. How on earth could he have known?
"Thank you," she said softly.
A few minutes of strange silence passed between them until Melina came over to them from the other side of the counter.
"What can I get you guys?" she questioned with a warm smile, a pen in one hand and a tiny pad in the other.
Amy readily ordered pancakes, and Adam ordered the same. He'd been fixed on Eggs Benedict, but what the hell? As the redhead smiled when he seconded her breakfast request, he felt confident he was going to learn a lot about this beautiful woman with whom he was already fascinated.
Later, as they were in the middle of eating and talking, Shawn Michaels appeared.