Disclaimer: Said it in the first chapter.

Rating: Still PG-13 for now.

Author's Note: K… in my first note at the beginning of Chapter 1, I said it was the story behind Letting Go… Or Holding On?. I dunno if it is gonna be that. It might or it might not. Or it might only partially go with it. Not sure until I write it. But yeah. And I'm still waiting for the title to come to me. And… lemme think. Is there anything else I wanna say? I can't remember. So here's the next chapter!

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Chapter 2: Dinner For Three? - June 16, 2003

Tossing his bag into the wooden cubbyhole reserved for him, Rob continued to tell the other guys about Ella. "She's beautiful. Gorgeous smile. Great legs."

"Why do you always find the hot women?" Jason Reso asked taking a seat on the bench.

"'Cause I'm R-V-D," Rob answered, doing his thumb thing. "Besides dude, you're married. But she's really smart too."

"What makes you say that? Did she say a word with more than two syllables?" Chris Irvine scoffed pulling on his shirt, which he always left open.

The other guys chuckled at Chris' remark.

"Funny," Rob said dryly. "No, she's a marketing consultant."

"Her job title alone has more than two syllables per word!" Chris laughed.

Rob punched him lightly, smiling as Chris faked to be seriously injured by Rob's blow.

"So did you get her number?" Shane Helms asked.

"No. I asked her out to dinner and she said she couldn't 'cause of her meeting," Rob replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice. "Besides, she still in Houston until tomorrow."

"You were right," Chris said with surprise. "She is smart," he joked.

Rob had a half-hearted smile on his face.

Noticing this, Chris said, "You know I was just joking man. I'm sure she was hot and everything-"

"And smart," Rob interjected.

"And smart," Chris added, "but you're not gonna see her again." Chris put an arm around his friend, attempting to console him. "Why don't we find you a nice girl to take home to Michigan?"

Rob sighed knowing Chris was right. "Yeah. What are the chances of us running into each other again?"

"How much did you even know about her? I bet she gets really annoying after a while," Jay comforted his friend.

"She just seemed so… perfect." Rob's thoughts strayed back to her. He groaned in frustration. "I don't know why I'm thinking about her so much! I just met her last night. We didn't even talk that long."

"Yeah," Shane agreed. "Move on. There's someone else out there for you."

"But I just can't stop thinking about her!" Rob exclaimed, realizing he was picturing Ella in his mind.

"Well, you know what they say, 'Out of sight, out of mind,'" Chris quoted.

"I'm proof that that's not true," Rob retorted.

"Would you at least try to work with me here?" Chris complained.

Rob gave him a questioning look. "You are gonna help me?"

"Yeah," Chris replied as though it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Who else?"

"I could say something to that…" Rob trailed off.

Chris glared at him, knowing an insult was coming.

"But I won't," Rob said, shrugging.

Chris was partially surprised. "Well good," he nodded approvingly.

"So… you're gonna help me… let's hear it," Rob gave in.

"Stephanie McMahon. Stephanie McMahon," Ella muttered to herself while looking for a room with a sign reading "General Mangers - Stone Cold Steve Austin and Eric Bischoff." She had a meeting scheduled with Vince and Stephanie McMahon in there. "Why does that name sound so familiar?" Ella asked herself. Sighing in submission, she pushed the nagging feeling of familiarity to the back of her mind.

She finally found the door with the sign she was looking for. Before knocking, she straightened her clothes and put her head up, giving her a look of professionalism.

After being instructed to enter from the other side of the door, she confidently opened the door and walked in.

"Hello," an aged, yet fit man greeted. He offered her his hand.

"Hello," she returned, taking his hand. "I'm Isabella Taylor."

"Isabella Taylor?" Vince repeated questioningly.

"Yes," she replied.

"Ella Taylor?" Stephanie exclaimed.

"Yeah," Ella replied unsurely.

"It's me! Stephanie! We were neighbors when we were like… 11!"

Ella thought for a moment, trying to remember. She had lived in Connecticut from when she was born to until she was about 10 or 11 and they moved to Boston. Her eyes widened and she gasped as the realization dawned on her that she and Stephanie had been best friends until she moved. "Stephanie!" shrieked, embracing the other woman. "I knew your name sounded familiar! Vince! It's so good to see you two!"

"You too," Vince replied, smiling at the reunion of his daughter and her childhood friend.

"I hardly recognized you!" Ella confessed to Stephanie.

"Well, the last time we saw each other was when we were 11-years-old," Stephanie, laughed.

"True," Ella agreed.

"You look, almost the same Vince," Ella started. "Except for the whole, gray hair thing," Ella teased.

Stephanie laughed at Ella's comment.

Vince glared jokingly at Ella, who merely gave him the most innocent look she could muster without laughing.

"Well," Stephanie said, regaining her composure, "we're supposed to be having a meeting." Stephanie then proceeded to lead Ella over to the desk and sat Ella down. Stephanie took the seat next to Ella and Vince sat on the other side of the desk.

"Right," Ella concurred, pulling out some papers from her briefcase and scattering them on the desk. "Now…"

"Seriously!" Chris exclaimed. "We just have to find you another girl. Then you'll forget all about her."

"So what if I meet a girl? Doesn't mean she's gonna wanna come home with me," Rob pointed out.

"At least try to be optimistic," Chris sighed.

"Fine. I'll go along with it," Rob gave in.

"Alright. Now I'm gonna go find some chick for you to sweep off her feet," Chris said, running off.

"Well, I'm gonna go and make sure everything's ready for the show," Vince excused himself once the meeting was over.

"So," Stephanie started after Vince closed the door, "how have you been?"

"I've been good. You guys are actually my first client. I just joined the company," Ella answered happily. "What about you?"

"I'm the general manager of Smackdown. That's the WWE's other TV show. But I'm here in case the creative team can do anything to help marketing. And I'm engaged," Stephanie squealed about the last part.

Ella gasped in excitement. She grabbed Stephanie's left had and found a large diamond ring hugging Stephanie's finger. "That thing is huge! So who's the lucky guy?"

"His name's Paul Levesque. He's a wrestler. I can introduce you to him later."

"I remember we thought you'd marry what's-his-face…"

"Jake!"

"Yes! Him!"

"And we thought you'd end up marrying Shane," Stephanie laughed, making a face at the same time.

"How is he anyways?"

"Married."

"Really? I remember I used to get so pissed at you 'cause you kept making fun of me liking Shane."

"I always kind of hoped you two would get married though, you know, so you could 'officially' be my sister… well, sister-in-law. But that's close enough."

"Yeah. Me and Shane," Ella mused. "I remember he was my first kiss."

Stephanie made a disgusted face but ended up laughing. "Gross!"

"I was 6. I had no taste," Ella reminded her friend.

"So what happened?"

"Let me try to remember." After a pause, Ella resumed her tale, recalling the scene. "We were 6 and we had just planned our weddings to Jake and Shane."

"I remember that list we made too! We were gonna go to Chuck E. Cheese's for our honeymoons together!"

"Yeah. And then Shane came out and told you that your mom or dad wanted to talk to you so you went inside and I stayed outside. And then Shane stayed too. He started teasing me about something and I got so mad that I went over to him and kissed him on the lips." Ella smiled. "Then I ran inside."

Stephanie giggled. "We had so much fun together."

"Yeah."

"Well, it's fun catching up, but I'm starving. How about we grab something to eat?"

Ella corresponded and the two girls walked out of the office arm-in-arm.

"I found the perfect girl for you to woo," Chris informed Rob.

"Already?" Rob asked surprised that Chris had put his plan to find Rob another girl into action so quickly.

"Yeah. I haven't gotten a chance to talk to her yet, but I saw her not too long ago and she is hot!" Chris assured his friend.

Rob looked warily at Chris, wondering what he had just gotten himself into. "You have no clue who she is?"

"She might be that new diva everyone's been talking about backstage. She's supposed to debut tonight," Chris enlightened his friend.

"Oh yeah. I heard about her."

"Can you at least pretend to be a little more enthusiastic? This woman could be The One."

"Or she could not be The One," Rob retorted.

"You agreed to go along with this!" Chris argued.

Rob sighed. "Ok. You go find her and I'll meet her. I'm gonna go eat because you told me to stay here 'cause you said you would be bringing me back The One and I had to wait here for you."

"At least I have some idea of who The One is," Chris offered as a condolence.

Rob rolled his eyes at Chris and walked out of the locker room. He went past a few doors, took a few turns and ended up at catering. 'Food!' Rob thought joyously to himself. He grabbed a plate and began piling various food onto it. After filling his plate, he grabbed a fork and a few napkins. He scanned the room when he noticed Stephanie was sitting with a woman that looked uncannily like Ella from the side. He was either so hungry that he was hallucinating, or he just thought of Ella that much to imagine her there. Deciding to investigate, he walked over to Stephanie's table.

"Hey Rob," Stephanie greeted warmly.

"Hey Steph," Rob returned.

Stephanie's friend turned her head so that she was facing Rob completely.

"Hi Rob," Ella said, surprise evident in her voice.

"Ella," he replied breathily.

"You two know each other?" Stephanie inquired eyeing the two.

"Remember I was telling you about how horrendous my day was yesterday?" Ella asked.

"Yeah," Stephanie answered almost suspiciously.

"He was the guy in the elevator!" Ella exclaimed.

"Oh. Well, that's Rob for ya. Always the gentleman," Stephanie teased. "Sit down," she instructed Rob.

As Rob took a seat he asked, "Aren't you still supposed to be in Houston?"

"I was, but my office called this morning around 7 and told me that I was supposed to meet with my client here in Dallas instead. So they put me on another plane and now I'm here," Ella explained.

"The WWE's your client?" Rob questioned.

Ella nodded.

Just then, Chris Irvine rushed over to the table and stuck himself between Ella and Stephanie so that he was across from Rob. "I looked all over for her, but I couldn't find her," Chris told Rob, "but I will," he vowed. Without even looking at Ella or Stephanie, he ran off to find Rob's The One.

Rob laughed at the irony of the situation. Chris had just run off to find a girl to take Rob's mind off the one he was sitting next to.

"What was that about?" Ella asked, obviously confused.

"That was Chris. He's just trying to find some girl to hook me up with," Rob replied nonchalantly.

"Why?" Stephanie queried.

Rob shrugged. "Who knows? It's Chris after all."

"True," Stephanie concurred, nodding.

"So, are you staying for the show?" Rob directed his question to Ella.

"Yeah. I guess you could call it research," Ella responded.

"So how about dinner now?" Rob smiled cheekily, taking a bite of his food.

Ella beamed. "For three?"

Rob then remembered Stephanie was still sitting there. He couched slightly.

Stephanie obviously picked up the hint as she excused herself and told Ella she would see her later. She then went to eat with Paul, who had luckily for Stephanie just walked in.

"Well, looks like it's a 'yes' for dinner," Rob jokingly gloated.

"Looks like it. Aren't you lucky?" she said more as a statement than question.

"You think I'm the lucky one? I'll have you know that you are eating with R-V-D."

"What's that stand for?"

"Rob Van Dam. Wrestling name."

"What's the real name?"

"Rob Szatkowsky. Try spelling that."

"I'll pass."

"Well, what's your last name?"

"Taylor. Try spelling that." she mimicked.

"I'll pass," he imitated her back.

"You think you're just so cool," she teased.

"No," Rob replied offended. "I know I'm cool," he informed her grinning.

"You keep thinking that…"

Rob huffed before responding. "I will."

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Another Author's Note: Right. I just wanted to say earlier that 'cause I'm not sure if I'm gonna follow Letting Go… Or Holding On?, don't read it until I'm done with this one! Please. And thanks to the people who reviewed. And if you're not one of those people, go review my story now! Please.