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Lita felt her guard go up a few notches as she heard one of the waitresses enter the kitchen. Despite the fact that her back was turned, she caught the distinct scent of Obsession and knew it wasn't Trish or Stephanie who'd just come in - it was Torrie.
She turned around as the tall platinum blonde suddenly let out a frustrated groan.
"Of all the nerve!"
The redhead studied the other woman intently for a beat. While she had no love lost toward Torrie, she was damn curious as to why the woman was so upset. Making up her mind, she bit the bullet.
"What's wrong?"
Torrie faced her, blue eyes flashing in aggravation.
"That man out there! The tall blond one...?"
Lita arched an eyebrow as she instantly knew the other girl was referring to Edge. She didn't speak, opting instead to wait for the blonde to finish explaining.
"He must be gay or something!" she cried, throwing her hands up as though in surrender.
Through the corner of her eye, the redheaded woman noticed Chris Jericho - who was by the stove - roll his eyes, then stick a finger down his throat, silently mock-vomiting. The chef certainly didn't care for Torrie at all. The big irony here was that, shortly after the woman had started working at The Stop, she'd said the same thing about Jericho when he'd rejected her advances. But Lita knew the blond man's reasons were far from Torrie's accusations - in reality, Chris had a huge, albeit unrequited, crush on Trish.
"Why do you think that?" she asked innocently.
Torrie glared at her incredulously.
"Because I practically threw myself at him, and he wasn't interested!"
By some miracle, the redhead managed not to roll her eyes as Chris had just done.
'Maybe that's because he doesn't like sluts like you... Or maybe it's just because he doesn't like you...' she thought. Aloud, she said, "Oh, well... So life goes on."
Torrie huffed angrily, her hands clenching into fists before she turned toward Jericho, whom she hadn't even so much as acknowledged up until now.
"Anyway, this asshole wants a BLT," she said.
Lita's eyes narrowed as she eyed the back of the waitress' blonde head, then met Chris' blue ones. Again, he rolled his eyes, but Torrie didn't notice, as she had spun on her heel and was already heading out.
"God, what a bitch..." Jericho said, shaking his head. "I honestly don't know why Steph hasn't fired her by now."
The redhead agreed.
"Yeah, tell me about it." She wondered why Edge hadn't taken the 'bait' Torrie had apparently so freely offered. Most men wouldn't hesitate to have a free romp in the hay with women like the blonde. Then again, she reminded herself that Dawn Marie was the man's ex-girlfriend - maybe he still had feelings for the brunette, despite her nuptials. Or maybe he just preferred women like Dawn, who had class - to skanks the likes of Torrie Wilson. Either way, or whatever the case, she found herself feeling glad Edge had no interest in her.
After another few minutes, Lita realized she had to get back out to the dining area. Chris handed her two plates, which were Matt and Jeff Hardy's orders, and she was off.
When she was by the young men's table, she couldn't help chancing a glance in Edge's direction. The tall blond man just so happened to be staring directly at her.
"Here you go," she said to her friends. "Jeff, you want a pizza burger deluxe, and Matt requested chicken marsala with the works." Her gaze again traveled to Edge, and she was surprised to see he was gesturing to her. "Guys, I'll be back... Enjoy."
The redhead walked over to the mysterious blond man's table, questions swirling through her head.
"Hello, Lita," Edge said with a smile. His green eyes scanned her from head-to-toe, a gesture that was not lost on the redheaded woman.
Lita blushed at his intense scrutiny of her. Likewise, her heart began to pound.
"Hi."
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure," Lita replied, though she wondered what on earth he could possibly want to ask her. He was the mystery, not her.
"Would you wait on me?" the blond man asked, leaning back in his seat comfortably as he continued to eye her languidly. Yes, she was sure gentle on his eyes.
The woman arched an eyebrow at that. He was seated at one of Torrie's tables. Besides, the platinum blonde had already called in his order to Jericho.
"Come again?"
"Oh, it's just that I'd much rather you wait on me than that girl Torrie. I like you, Lita..."
A series of chills raced up her spine. God, she was in trouble - because this beautiful man definitely
had her under his spell.