Amy: "All right. I'm driving though. I didn't bring my helmet to ride on your motorcycle."

CM Punk: "It's cool. I'm not exactly focused right now."

They walk out to the parking garage where her BMW is parked. Punk starts smiling.

Amy: "Shut up. I don't want to hear you. It was a good buy and it's reliable."

CM Punk: "Miss' buck the system' is driving a corporate suit car. What would they say?"

Amy: "They'd say get your scrawny ass in the car and shut the fuck up."

CM Punk: "Oooh, touchy."

He gets in the passenger's seat and Amy gets in the driver's seat. At least the music she listened to was still the same as when he first met her. He mellowed a bit about the strange letter, but he still wondered if the anonymous stalker chick was out there following them around in her own car. Maybe he was being paranoid. Amy was right. Maybe it was just some 15 year old girl trying to get his attention.

Amy parks in the parking lot at Mickey's and they get out of the car and walk in. The guy behind the counter recognizes her and Punk and gives them the best pool table in the house. Meanwhile, over at the bar, a dark haired lady sat nursing her second rum and coke. She turns her attention on Punk and Amy the minute they walk in the door.

Bar tender: "Are you doing OK, sweetheart?"

Lady: "Yes. I am fine for now. Thank you."

He notices her gaze falling on Punk and Amy.

Bar tender: "You know he doesn't drink, right?"

Lady: "Yes. I know he doesn't drink. He doesn't smoke and he doesn't do drugs. It's tattooed on his stomach and on his knuckles. It's kind of hard to miss it. Especially since he flashes it around every chance he gets."

Bar Tender: "So you know Phil."

Lady: "Yeah. I'm a close friend of Phil and Amy both."

Bar Tender: "So, why aren't you over there playing with your friends, if you guys are so close?"

Lady: "Well, Phil has no idea I am in town and I don't want to interrupt his time with Amy. I know how much he enjoys her company."

Bar Tender: "Whatever you say, sweetheart."

Lady: "My name is Amanda."

Bar Tender: "John. It's nice to meet you."

She watched as Punk leaned over the table to take his shot. At one point, she made direct eye contact with Amy and just smiled.

Amy: "Uh oh."

Punk: "What? What happened?"

Amy: "Oh nothing happened. You just have an admirer over there at the bar. She's watching you like you're the most interesting thing in this whole place."

He glances up and notices the attractive brunette swirling her straw around in her glass. She changed her focus when he looked her direction and acted like she was watching the door for someone to walk in.

Punk: "She's probably bored and waiting for a date or something."

He shrugs her off.

Amy: "No. She's not waiting for a date. She made eye contact with me and smiled sweetly."

Punk: "Sounds to me like you have the admirer."

Amy: "You think she's into women or something?"

She takes her shot now contemplating the idea of a female admirer watching her shyly at the bar. She was totally straight and into men, but the idea had crossed her mind once or twice about being with a woman at least once. Imagine Punks reaction when she told him that thought had crossed her mind. He'd try to hook her up with the first hot thing that walked in just to test her.

Punk: "Well, if she was looking at me and smiling at you, which is hard to say. It could be a "Nice choice" nod of approval. It could be that she recognizes who I am from the WWE. It could be because she recognizes you from the WWE. It could be both. She could just be zoning out and not looking over here at all and was being polite. I zone out and catch people's eye all the time."

Amy: "Not everyone is like you, Punkers."

Punk: "Yeah. Thank God. We don't need a whole world of nuts like me."

The brunette gets up and pays her bill and leaves the pool hall. A couple of hours go by and Punk and Amy leave the pool hall and get into Amy's car.

John: "Hey Phil. Someone left this for you."

He hands Punk another purple and orange letter with no address and no other marks on it.

Punk: "Did that tall brunette chick hand this to you?"

John: "No. I don't exactly remember the face that handed it to me. That wasn't her though. This was here when I came on for my shift around 3 PM."

Punk: "She specifically waited for you or was this just at random."

John: "At random, Mr. CSI. Relax dude, it's just a love letter. I'm sure it's some overzealous fan trying to make a first impression on you."

Punk: "I would say your right, but this is the second coincidence in less than 4 hours. I got my mail this morning and found the same color letter in my mail box with no return address or anything else on it. It smelled like this perfume too."

John: "And? What did the first one say?"

Punk: "That she's a normal person and not trying to harm me."

John: "Then take it at that. Until she makes a threat don't be so damn paranoid. It's not like she's threatening to run you down in the street or rape you. It's just a game of letter tag. Maybe it's a dare for you to answer her."

Phil: "All right, I'll play her game of tag. If anyone comes in here trying to give you another one of these letters, tell them I have an answer for them."

John: "Ok. Just remember to keep it civil. You don't want to piss who ever this is off."

Phil: "I don't plan on pissing them and or her off. I plan on playing her game. Maybe bait her into a face to face meeting so she stops freaking me out."