Sephy's P.O.V:

Walking through the hallway, earphones in my ears, and I am dressed in my usual outfit. Just another week in the Raw arena. Scanning the hallways, looking for my clients for that evening.
This week I had been designated to look after three superstars. All three I was rather good friends with, so I was in a rather good mood. Those three superstars were Matt Hardy, The Miz, and Brian Kendrick.
Part of my good mood, to be quite honest, was due to the fact that I would NOT be seeing Jeff Hardy tonight. In all honesty, it hurt to see how he really didn't notice, nor care about, me.
But anyway, enough about him.
I continue to walk through the hallways, looking for The Miz's locker room. Eventually finding it, I walk in and smile, giving him a friendly hug.
"I missed you," He expresses jokingly hugging me tightly for a few moments and then letting me go, yet still standing rather close. "So what have I got today?" He asks with a kind smile.
"Not a lot." I joke with an ironic smile. "Might as well relax, and I'll call on you when you have your 'moment in the spotlight'." I suggest smiling once more, patting him on the shoulder and looking into his eyes.
"So not a lot of time with my favourite part of my job then?" He jokes once more, making me blush in a horrible way. He notices my noticeably red cheeks, and he begins to snigger. "Aww Sephy's so shy," He grins teasingly.
"Oh hush." I order slapping his arm playfully and walking out of his room, both of us laughing into ourselves.
Okay, so I knew that Miz had a little something for me. I know that I'm not ignored by everyone.
But why did Jeff have to ignore me so? Also, why was it Jeff who caught my attention?
Miz was a perfectly good guy, one which I could see myself with. So, the only thing getting in my way was indeed, the fixation and fantasy I had with Jeff Hardy. One which was rather delusional, I knew in my head. Yet my heart still held a soft spot for Jeff.
While these thoughts distracted my head, I entered my next client, Matt Hardy's locker room. Matt was Jeff's brother, yes, but hopefully our conversation that night would have nothing at all to do with him.
Well, obviously it wouldn't.
As he was in the room with us.

Jeff's P.O.V:

Yes! Matt's idea was right! Here she is, this beautiful girl, just like he said she'd be.
You know, the only really embarrassing thing was, I couldn't put my finger on what her name was. Matt had referred to her as 'Mark Calloway's kid'. And that was all I really knew.
Oh this is so stupid. How could I possibly ask a girl out if I couldn't remember her name? Not to mention I would look like a right jerk if I asked her name now. Oh forget it, I am NOT asking this girl out tonight. I'm such an idiot.

Narrator's P.O.V:

Suddenly tension was a large factor of the room's oxygen. Slowly it became harder to breathe in the spacious room. Matt however, didn't seem to notice the tension. Continuing on with the conversation, nervous glances being passed between Jeff and Sephy, Matt was indeed blissfully unaware. Sephy, rushing through Matt's agenda, her blood secretly bubbling beneath her skin, accidentally lost grip of her folders, as they went crashing to the floor.
Cursing herself silently, she bent down to collect it, and at that very moment, so did Jeffrey Nero Hardy. Typically, they just so happened to reach for it at the same time, in the end grabbing one another instead!
Cursing herself once more, she instinctively in her sour mood let go immediately and picked up her folder, standing and smiling at Matt briefly.
"Okay, I should go, so good luck tonight, and I'll see you soon." Sephy smiles cruelly ignoring Jeff and turning from both of the Hardy brothers. Not another word was spoken as Sephy left Matt's locker room and stood in the hallway for a few moments, her thoughts taunting her.

Sephy's P.O.V:

Honestly, hand on heart, I don't believe it. Of all nights, Jeff had to ruin my mood TONIGHT. He is a Smackdown superstar; I wasn't supposed to be seeing him until Friday! Not to mention there seems to be new found tension between us, Oh God he must think I'm a right idiot after the way I treated him...

Jeff's P.O.V:

She must think I'm a right idiot. I noticed the look in her eye; she really didn't want to see me tonight. Maybe I shouldn't ask her out after all. But there is one thing I know I need to do. And that is something I should have figured out a while ago.
I need to know her name.

End of Chapter Two.