Disclaimer: I don't own anything WWE. I don't own Eve or Matt. I do own Heather and Jack though, as well as a few other minor OCs that will be appearing over time.

Author's Note: Heyyy! :) Glad everyone enjoyed the last chapter. Some real action will be coming soon enough. But I thought the date between Matt and Eve was important. You'll find out soon if Jack was lying or if there is something more going on, I promise. But for now, thank you SUPER much (yay bad grammar! :D) and enjoy!

When they arrived at the restaurant, Eve was pleased to find it was a place that she had been to several times before. Not only that but they also served good food and had decent waiters. So if everything went wrong that night, at least she could count on that. Although, she didn't expect it to go wrong. If she thought before she spoke, things would work out well.

"So, have you been here before?"

"Yeah, actually. Heather loves the food." The waitress had dropped them off at a table near the back of the restaurant, giving them complete privacy. This made Eve happy. She hated when it felt like everyone was staring at her. "She comes here a lot so she's dragged me on occasion."

"Your friend Heather just gained major points in my book." Matt gave her a smile that would have made her weak to her knees. There was just something so genuine about his smile; something about it she knew was the truth instantly. There wasn't even a doubt in her mind, Matt was a good guy.

Eve laughed. "She's alright."

"You said she dates around a lot, right?"

"Yeah. She doesn't stick with a guy very long. It's a shame, I feel bad for the guys she dates. All of them are good people who just got swept into Hurricane Heather and her category five heartbreaking."

Matt laughed at her joke and stared at his menu for a moment. "I think I'm going to get the Eggplant Parmigana. If I remember correctly, they make it wonderful here."

"Sounds good to me." Eve stared at her menu too. There was just something uneasy about ordering in front of a guy to her. She didn't want to look like she didn't eat and order a salad, but she also didn't want to look like a pig and order the fattiest thing on the page. Finally, she decided on a garlic chicken piece that made her look decent.

"So, Eve… what can I learn about you?"

Matt's question through her off guard for some reason. Of course, it was usual on dates to learn more about the opposite person but for some reason, the question made her anxious. What if he turned out to be just another Sean? Eve quickly shook the question out of her head. How silly! He'd never be a Sean. "About me?"

"Yeah," Matt laughed.

"Oh, well… I'm twenty-four and I live alone in Manhattan, obviously. I model as a job but finding a job in this economy has been tough as of late. The last gig I did was Macy's and it wasn't much for the checkbook, you know?"

"I totally understand. Bartending doesn't pay much either. I pretty much live paycheck to paycheck these days."

A solemn mood overcame their table as this sunk in. It seemed they had that in common. The economy was hitting everyone in different ways and sometimes, people were learning, you had more in common than you think. Eve was glad she hadn't fallen into the hands of someone with money. Money wasn't all that important to her and she didn't want Matt to feel as if she was just a gold-digger who would take his money and leave.

Finally, Eve broke the silence. "So… what do you do for fun?"

"What do I do for fun?" Matt mused. "I really like to just relax. Really just sitting down on the couch and know there is nothing waiting to be done. The full feeling of being content." He laughed a little as he placed his hands on the table. "Don't laugh at me, but I like candles. They help me relax."

Candles? Eve couldn't help but smile widely. A man who enjoyed candles? She wasn't aware that any man did. Matt was gaining points by the bucketful each time he talked. "I think that's great."

"Really? My brother used to make fun of me for it."

"You have a brother?"

"Yeah," Matt quickly muttered. "So what do you do to relax?"

Part of her didn't want to notice, but she couldn't help but do so as Matt changed the conversation so quickly. For whatever reason, he didn't want to speak of his brother. She brushed it off as a bad relationship and recovered quickly, contemplating herself what she did to relax. It took a lot for her to do so. Her mind was on a constant highway full of appointments and meetings, lunch with Heather here, a dress fitting for a modeling gig there. When she really did get to relax, it came in short periods of time.

"I like trashy MTV shows," Eve admitted with a shy smile. "I don't know why, but they make me laugh and I guess you could consider that relaxing. Usually, I'll grab a carton of Ben and Jerry's and spend the day lounging around in my pajamas while I watch a marathon of them." Normally, admitting this would have embarrassed Eve but she was sure that Matt wouldn't make fun of her for it. There was an odd sense of trust she already felt with him.

Matt pointed a finger at her. "I love them too! God, it's great to see that someone is trashier than those you know."

Eve giggled. "Yeah. A lot of the girls on those shows remind me of the girls I know from high school. Heather and I used to make fun of them. A good amount happen to have babies now and are in unsuccessful marriages. And to think these were the girls who ruled high school."

A dark look came over Matt's face for a moment but was gone so quickly she thought maybe she imagined it. "Yeah, those girls aren't all that cool."

Soon enough, their meals had arrived and the two date-goers fell into a comfortable silence of eating. Eve was pleased with herself. She hadn't said anything horribly stupid yet and Matt had put her at ease quickly. She felt comfortable around him, like he wasn't about to judge her at a moment's notice like Sean did on the first date, or complain when she didn't order something that would look good on his behalf. In fact, Matt was being the perfect date. He hadn't overstepped his boundaries in any way and he was polite while being attractive to her at the same time.

A part of her couldn't help but wonder if this was all too good to be true. Jack's words had maneuvered their way into her head, clouding it with negative thoughts. She looked at Matt for a moment as he ate his dinner, wondering if in some way; Jack had been telling the truth. She had dismissed it as jealousy, but what if it really wasn't? What if her best friend's brother knew something she didn't?

Then, the dinner and the talking came to mind, as well as the night at the bar, and she rejected the pessimistic thoughts again and found herself thinking about how quickly she was falling for Matt. He was everything she wanted so far. There wasn't any ounce of her pretending that she liked him: she truly did.

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He was waiting for something to go absolutely and positively wrong on the date. Not only had he had a nearly perfect dinner with Eve Torres, but they had walked their way to Central Park where they were now discussing interests on a park bench under the stars. It was everything Matt could have wanted their date to be… but he almost wanted there to be some kind of mishap just so his anxiety would fall. Nothing ever worked out this well for him. But there she was, in all her beauty and striking personality… making his night.

"But yeah," she was saying, a smile on her face. "Heather and I met in high school and since then, we've pretty much been inseparable. She can be a total pain in the ass and at times, I wonder how we ended up together as best friends, but at the end of the day, we have each other's back and I know she's one of the few people I can turn to when things get bad."

"That's great," Matt told her honestly. He hadn't had a best friend in a few years. They had all left him a long time ago. Matt ached for someone to tell everything to and know they wouldn't go spill it all over town. Looking at her, Matt wondered if Eve could be this person. She had become nothing short of flawless in the time he'd known her, but there had to be some kind of fault in her personality. She wasn't perfect and she knew so. That was what made her even more attractive to him.

Eve smiled at him; one of those absolutely stunning smiles that made him want to kiss her. He was waiting to bring her home to do that though. Matt wanted to remain classy. Unless she made the first mood, he was going to wait. "Yeah…"

"Do you want to go get ice cream? There is a great place I know about just down the road."

Her eyes lit up. "That'd be wonderful!"

As she began to walk in front of him, Matt couldn't help but be in complete awe of her. She had such a way she held herself up, such a grace in her walk. It was so attractive.

Soon they came to the ice cream parlor owned by couple in their mid-forties. Matt ordered himself a chocolate milkshake and Eve ordered a vanilla cone with sprinkles. As they began to eat, he found himself staring yet again. It probably wasn't a good thing to be so engrossed over her but he couldn't help himself.

"I've had a really great time tonight, Matt."

Her words brought him out of his staring. "Really? I'm glad."

"Yeah," she told him, a bright smile on her face. "This is probably one of the best dates I've had in a long time. Truly."

The moment was right; he could feel it. So, he leaned forward and let his instincts take effect. Her lips were an equivalent of sugar and ecstasy to him. She kissed him back, latching one hand on his neck and deepened the kiss before finally breaking apart, a wide and pleased smile on her face.

"You didn't tell me you were that good of a kisser."

"All you had to do was ask."

A soft laugh escaped her lips and if she hadn't of put her ice cream back into her mouth, he would have gone for round two. "Thanks again, Matt. This has been great."

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"Good night, Eve. Sleep tight." Matt leaned forward to place a kiss on her cheek, offering her one tinier smile before she opened her door and slipped inside. When it was closed, she leaned against it in complete bliss, feeling her cheek as if it would hold some kind of power. The night had gone perfectly. She too wondered why nothing had gone wrong.

But she wouldn't force it. If fate wanted to work out for her finally, she'd let it be.

It was only the fact that now Jack's words were haunting her; she couldn't get them from her head. There was no way Matt could be perfect, absolutely no way. The question was: Did Jack lie? Or was there something Eve wasn't aware of? The idea scared her. It seemed honestly unfair for her to finally find someone she could be herself around only to have thoughts like those in her head instead.

Eve slumped down on the floor, feeling her good mood drop somewhat. What didn't she know?

I want Matt to kiss me! :( Hehe. And hmm... what's gonna happen? Please read and review! :D