He hadn't expected her to come flying out of the corridor the way she did. Their bodies collided, making the cup of coffee he held fling up into the air... her own body crashing down to the concrete floor with a thud. He nervously watched the coffee cup turn upside down, dumping the little bit of content it had to the floor, then drop to the floor next to her hand. Her arm had flown up to her face in attempt to shield herself from what she thought would be scolding hot liquid.

"It was just a bit of cold, leftover coffee," he announced as he swiftly picked up the cup, crushing it in his hand and tossing it aside, then extended his muscled arm to help her up. "I'm sorry, Anise. I should really pay attention to where I'm going."

"No, it's my fault." She shook her head as he pulled her up effortlessly. "I shouldn't have been going so fast, especially with all this activity around. Don't know who's about," she said with a small, gentle laugh.

He couldn't help but stare into those intriguing eyes. Hazel mixed with shades of blues, seemingly hypnotizing him momentarily. He didn't even realize he was still holding onto her soft hand as his eyes traveled from her face to the ample bosom that was sadly covered in layered multicolored tank tops. A nervous sense of being caught staring at her quickly came over him as his eyes barely glanced over her smooth legs. He let go of her hand, swearing that he heard a moan of disappointment as the contact broke.

"Are you okay?" he asked, loving any excuse to look her body over one more time.

"I'm fine, Randy."

"You sure? I could send you to the medics." His words of concern stopped as she waved her hand. "Where you headed off to anyway?"

"Oh," she said, beginning to walk past him slowly. "To get my mom. They need her for a meeting."

"Ah," he said, nodding his head. "Well, are you going to stay here? Because I was thinking of going out to get some lunch, and then coming back for the show. Would you like to join me?"

She tilted her head, and he couldn't help but to think of how much she looked just like Vivian. Even the way her honey blond hair moved to gently frame her face and cascade like a waterfall to one side.

"That would be nice," she softly said. "I'll meet you in the parking entrance."

"Sounds like a plan," he replied softly with his signature grin. The only thing that managed to break his concentration on her as she continued to walk down the hallway was a rough hand jerking him around. He let out a heavy sigh at the face. "What do you want, Cody?"

"What are you doing, Randy?" Cody let out a heavy exhale of his own. "I-I-I can't believe you! You try and convince me to stay away from her when you're just going to do the same as I was? What is that about?"

"What it's about," he began as he turned away from Cody, "is me taking her out to lunch."

"Oh, you couldn't get that satisfaction from Vivian, so you get it from her daughter almost twenty years later? I can't believe you, Randy."

"Look," he said as they walked back up to where their locker room was. "I'm sorry that you couldn't get what you wanted from her. But that's not my fault. We both know that if you tried to pursue her, it would have turned out badly for you."

"It's okay for you to do it?" he scoffed out. He pushed past Randy, entering their locker room first. He hastily grabbed up his duffel bag, pulling out his ring gear for the night. "Total bullshit. You know... " He threw down his bag, sitting down on the bench as he felt the heat radiating from his own body. "It was going to be hard enough for me to even get past obstacles that I knew I was going to have." He grabbed up his bag again, aimlessly digging inside of it. "But I didn't expect one of those obstacles to be a friend of mine."

Randy watched from the couch as the young man angrily made his way to the showers. He felt bad for the kid... He really did... But what Cody didn't realize was that he had no intentions on trying anything with Anise. Cody made it very clear that he had interests in Anise. Randy, on the other hand, was not expecting much out of it. A lunch with a beautiful girl is what it was going to be.

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"Hey."

His warm voice gently stirred her insides. She looked up to see him dressed in his jeans and a black dress shirt. She bit her bottom lip nervously as he had obviously changed from the plain t-shirt and workout shorts he'd been wearing earlier. And goodness did he ever look so delectable with the dark denim-clad legs, and his shirt sleeves rolled up and neatly buttoned up. Then she looked at herself, knowing she must have looked like a total mess.

"Hi," she softly said, running a hand through her honey locks, attempting to make her hair presentable at least. She hadn't been depending on him to look so good. What am I thinking? This is Randy Orton... Of course he looks good, Anise!

"Ready to go?" He crooked his arm and held it out for her to hold onto as they walked to his car together. He quickly opened the passenger door for her, then jogged his way to the driver's side.

She smiled at him as she clicked her seat belt in. "And where are you taking me today, Mr. Orton?"

"Anywhere you want to go," he smoothly said as he started up the engine. He knew she wouldn't be impressed with any materialistic things he had, but damn it, he could try with this rumbling sports car.

"How about something Italian?" she said as she tousled her hair again.

"You like Italian?"

"It's my favorite." She flashed him a brilliant white smile.

That smile would be the death of him. It's one of the many things that he had loved about her mother. But as he sat there, starting to pull out of his parking space, he caught a different feeling from Anise. With her mother, it had been nothing but intent for him. With Vivian, he wanted to prove something to himself, and once he proved it, he would have been done. He didn't know what it was... The soft honey hair that looked like it was meant for him to touch and run his fingers through... Or her amazing eyes that seemed to beg his to keep staring into them... Or maybe it was her enticing fragrance that completely wrapped around his senses, leaving him drowsy for more.

As they drove down the busy highway, in search for a decent restaurant, he knew his intentions with her would change. She was so easy to talk to, and he seemed to just open up as they talked about nothing in particular. He knew that his thoughts of having nothing to do with her would change. Who could possible turn away from such a beautiful girl... Correction, woman? It was impossible, and Randy knew he'd be no different.

"""""

"He took you out to lunch?" Evelyn sat down on the new bed she'd purchased to place into the home she now shared with her cousin. Propping her foot up on the foot board of the bed, she continued to paint her toenails.

"Mhm," Anise grunted in confirmation as she sat herself against the headboard of the bed. "We went to an Italian place. Very good," she commented before she picked up a bridal magazine that Aurora had left there.

"Who went to an Italian place?" Murphy asked as she entered the room and placed bags down in front of Evelyn's bed. She let out a short, exhausted breath as she flung her hair out of her face with one manicured finger and spoke. "Eve, these are those dresses that Rory wanted to give you. She and Mason are cleaning out their place to move, and she said you'd probably like them."

"Moving?" Anise questioned as she made her way to look inside the bag.

"Yeah, to that house about four houses down from Aunt Vivy's." Murphy sighed again as she went to the bathroom.

"You know, you need to relax a day and not do anything or go anywhere," Evelyn called out after her. "It's not good that you're always on the go."

She emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, smoothing out the black pencil skirt she wore, and smiled at her younger sister.

"If I do that, I won't get anything done." She tossed her hair to one side as she looked over herself in the body length mirror on the back of Evelyn's bedroom door. "And things need to be done. Call me if you guys need anything." She placed the door back where it was and exited the room, Anise and Evelyn hearing the front door shut shortly after.

"What dresses did she give me?" Evelyn asked as she pulled the toe spacer from her foot. She watched as Anise pulled out another dress. "You can have that one. I don't know why she'd give me a red dress."

"I think it's pretty," Anise replied as she stood, holding up the dress to her body. "Looks kind of small though. I think my behind would be too big."

Evelyn let out a small laugh. "I don't think so. Besides, you have a good booty. Anything you wear looks good on you."

She smiled at her cousin, gladly accepting the compliment. Had Randy thought the same? She thought she looked so dumpy going into a nice restaurant with him dressed up the other day. Was it just a lunch break for him? Had she just been there to keep him company? Or did he have deeper interests in her? Her mind thought back to that afternoon, thinking of everything he said and did... The movements he made towards her. He hadn't done anything unusual or strange, and she was thankful of that. Last thing she needed was a man nearly twice her age to have any thoughts about her.