Disclaimer: Okay, I actually find this quite pointless coz I don't think that anyone here owns any of the wrestlers, but since it's required, what can I do? Anyway, I don't own any of the wrestlers here, I only own Farrah, that's it, thank you.
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Author: I'm soo sorry for not uploading for so long because I lost the "diskette" for this story and I was quite busy over the last months.
And I'm also sorry if this chapter ain't as long as the first one,
but hopefully, you'd enjoy this one and like the first chapter, please feel free to tell me what you think about it.
aZrAeL, I know you're probably gonna review and tease me, don't! Hehehe...
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After their small conversation, Paul asked Farrah out for coffee just right down the street.
"Coffee sounds great." She answered. Both of them then made their way to the coffee shop.
"So, Farrah, it's your turn. Is there anything else that you do aside from painting?" Paul asked sipping from his coffee cup.
"Yeah. There is another thing that I do. I'm also a caterer. I cater almost anything, weddings, parties…you name it." Farrah answered.
"Really? So you really are the artistic kind of person." Paul replied.
"Is that a tease or a complement? Mr. Levesque?" Farrah asked with an arched eyebrow and a smirk.
"I meant it as a complement. Sorry if you found it offensive, though." Paul apologized.
"I was just kidding Paul." *gives a small chuckle* "You should have seen your face." Farrah said with a smile.
"Why, is there something on my face?" Paul asked suddenly quite conscious.
"No, I meant that you should have seen your expression. It was quite hilarious." Farrah answered once again with a smile.
After they had their cup of coffee, they both said their good-byes.
"It was nice meeting you Miss Farrah Michaels." Paul said good-bye while shaking her hand.
"It was a pleasure meeting you too Mr. Levesque." She said her good-bye as well while shaking his
hand, both of them thinking the same thing:
That they will never see each other again.
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Author: I'm soo sorry for not uploading for so long because I lost the "diskette" for this story and I was quite busy over the last months.
And I'm also sorry if this chapter ain't as long as the first one,
but hopefully, you'd enjoy this one and like the first chapter, please feel free to tell me what you think about it.
aZrAeL, I know you're probably gonna review and tease me, don't! Hehehe...
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After their small conversation, Paul asked Farrah out for coffee just right down the street.
"Coffee sounds great." She answered. Both of them then made their way to the coffee shop.
"So, Farrah, it's your turn. Is there anything else that you do aside from painting?" Paul asked sipping from his coffee cup.
"Yeah. There is another thing that I do. I'm also a caterer. I cater almost anything, weddings, parties…you name it." Farrah answered.
"Really? So you really are the artistic kind of person." Paul replied.
"Is that a tease or a complement? Mr. Levesque?" Farrah asked with an arched eyebrow and a smirk.
"I meant it as a complement. Sorry if you found it offensive, though." Paul apologized.
"I was just kidding Paul." *gives a small chuckle* "You should have seen your face." Farrah said with a smile.
"Why, is there something on my face?" Paul asked suddenly quite conscious.
"No, I meant that you should have seen your expression. It was quite hilarious." Farrah answered once again with a smile.
After they had their cup of coffee, they both said their good-byes.
"It was nice meeting you Miss Farrah Michaels." Paul said good-bye while shaking her hand.
"It was a pleasure meeting you too Mr. Levesque." She said her good-bye as well while shaking his
hand, both of them thinking the same thing:
That they will never see each other again.