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Adam could hardly believe he and Amy were out to dinner together. It was almost as though he had to pinch himself to really believe it. But she was right there, all right, sitting across from him and carrying on a conversation with him.
"Yeah, it's so fun," she said with enthusiasm, a grin on her face. "You know how badly I've always wanted to be in a band, and I wouldn't even care if we never made it big."
"I totally get you," the blond man said with a smile. Like Amy, he too had always been hugely into rock n' roll. He'd taken guitar lessons a few years earlier and would have formed a band himself, but he really wasn't any good. He couldn't sing and wasn't an ace on the six-string, either. Oh well.
"I'm so grateful toward Shane for helping me to fullfil that dream, you know?"
Adam's smile faded at the mention of her current boyfriend. He'd only met the guy once, when he'd gone to see The Luchagors a year and a half earlier and he and Amy had still been together. He'd seemed nice enough, but he couldn't understand what the redhead saw in the man. More importantly, he really didn't want to think about her being with another guy the way she had been with him. It just didn't seem possible... His brain just didn't want to accept it.
"Uh huh," he muttered, hoping she wouldn't be able to see through him. Maybe he should just change the subject.
"So... Your match earlier," he cut in. "Do you know who you're going to be feuding with now?"
She shook her head as she played with some leftovers on her plate.
"They don't have anything planned for me at the moment," she said. "But it looks like Trish is going to be feuding with Beth for the title. Maybe if she wins, I'll be tossed in there."
This time, the tall blond man felt a smile returning to his face.
"The next chapter of Lita vs Trish Stratus? Sounds great!"
Amy opened her mouth and was about to reply when the sound of Adam's cell phone abruptly went off. She eyed him as it rang, and he reached for it, apologizing.
He took a quick look at the display and nearly groaned aloud. Why did she always seem to choose the worst times to call? He cast an apologetic look the redhead's way as he flipped open the phone to answer.
"Hi, Rebecca."
Amy stared at him, her gaze shifting away as he talked on his cell phone. For some reason that she didn't quite understand, she felt... uncomfortable. Her stomach seemed to tense up, and her mouth had gone dry. Why should it bother her that Adam's girlfriend called? They were so over, and she had actually been the one to move on first. Yet, she could hardly deny the twinge she felt.
She had to get up and away while he was on the phone with her. She rose and gave him a pointed look, speaking to the blond man with her eyes before taking a walk to the ladies room.
Amy took a deep breath and exhaled it sharply as she entered, grabbing her own cell phone. It was in her head to dial Trish for a little advice and to vent, but she knew the blonde had gone out with Jeff. Since that could very well be their first date, she really felt badly about the idea of disturbing her. But this was really bothering her. Sighing, she bit the bullet and called her friend.
"Hello?" Trish answered with a laugh. It was obvious that she was having a good time, whatever was currently going on.
"Hey, Trish, it's Amy," the redhead said. "I'm sorry to bug you."
"Oh, you're not! What's up?"
Amy sighed. She was actually aggravated with herself over the fact that this bothered her. What the heck was wrong with her?
"It's Adam," she said. "Well, not really him, but... We were sitting there eating, having a perfectly nice time, and then..."
"And then...?" Trish echoed.
"... His girlfriend called," Amy blurted. She herself could hardly believe she felt somewhat miserable about it.
Trish held a pause for a beat. Then, "Oh... Well, it's understandable for you to feel awkward."
"I guess," she agreed with reluctance. "After all, he is my ex-boyfriend. It's strange being right there and hearing him on the phone with his girlfriend."
"Yeah," the little blonde said, "I could imagne." She held her tongue from saying, especially when you're still in love with him. Aloud, she said, "I'm sure he won't stay on too long, knowing you're right there. Amy, did he... He didn't actually get up and leave you there to talk to her?"
"No," she replied. "Actually, I'm the one who left the table. I'm in the ladies room."
"Oh, Amy," the blonde woman sighed. "Go back out there!"
She ran her free hand through her long red hair and caught a quick glimpse of her reflection in the mirror above the sink.
"I will, I will," she murmured. "I know I'm being silly..."
"You are," Trish agreed. "Go on. Look, I'm gonna go, okay?"
"Okay."
"Don't worry, Amy," the Canadian diva said. "Everything will be fine. He's probably off the phone by now, anyway."
A moment later, they ended the conversation, and the redhead hung up. She took one last quick look in the mirror before heading back out there.
Trish was right. Adam was indeed already off the phone.