"Hi." Jericho said the next day, walking over to Nituna.
"Do you follow me around?" She demanded.
"Nope, just out for a walk. What about you?"
"Same."
"So, what are you up to today?"
"Walking. Working."
"What do you do?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you."
"Why not? I told you what I do."
"So does that mean I owe you?"
"No, but- Why can't I get anywhere with you?"
"You could. But I don't go where you wanna get."
"I think you do."
"What makes you think that?"
"The fact that you're human just like everybody else."
"I'm human. Not like everybody else." She said walking faster.
"Because you're so tough and smart right?"
"What do you want?" She demanded turning to face him.
"Your phone number would make a start."
"I knew you were one of those guys." She pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his. After a few minutes he pulled back breathless. She took a pen from her pocket and wrote a number on his hand. "If you don't call me after I made all that effort I'll kill you." She said before walking away.
"Hi." Jericho said walking over to Bret Hart, who was on his computer. "What are you doing?" He asked when he saw what was on the screen.
"The internet's amazing isn't it? All you need is someone's name and age and you can find their birth certificate."
"Father unknown." Jericho read.
"That's not what I'm interested in. Her middle name, Lavinia, it means latin woman. My guess is her father was a latino."
"So that covers anybody from Spain or Mexico."
"You forgot Cuba."
"Oh right, that helps a lot now. Why are you so interested?"
"So I can confirm or get rid of the thought that keeps huanting me."
"What thought?"
"Scott Hall."
"What about him?"
"She doesn't remind you of him?"
Jericho thought about it for a minute and nodded slowly. "Well, now.....yeah. Are you gonna tell him?"
"There's not really anything to tell is there? Not yet, anyway."
"Do you follow me around?" She demanded.
"Nope, just out for a walk. What about you?"
"Same."
"So, what are you up to today?"
"Walking. Working."
"What do you do?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you."
"Why not? I told you what I do."
"So does that mean I owe you?"
"No, but- Why can't I get anywhere with you?"
"You could. But I don't go where you wanna get."
"I think you do."
"What makes you think that?"
"The fact that you're human just like everybody else."
"I'm human. Not like everybody else." She said walking faster.
"Because you're so tough and smart right?"
"What do you want?" She demanded turning to face him.
"Your phone number would make a start."
"I knew you were one of those guys." She pulled him towards her and pressed her lips to his. After a few minutes he pulled back breathless. She took a pen from her pocket and wrote a number on his hand. "If you don't call me after I made all that effort I'll kill you." She said before walking away.
"Hi." Jericho said walking over to Bret Hart, who was on his computer. "What are you doing?" He asked when he saw what was on the screen.
"The internet's amazing isn't it? All you need is someone's name and age and you can find their birth certificate."
"Father unknown." Jericho read.
"That's not what I'm interested in. Her middle name, Lavinia, it means latin woman. My guess is her father was a latino."
"So that covers anybody from Spain or Mexico."
"You forgot Cuba."
"Oh right, that helps a lot now. Why are you so interested?"
"So I can confirm or get rid of the thought that keeps huanting me."
"What thought?"
"Scott Hall."
"What about him?"
"She doesn't remind you of him?"
Jericho thought about it for a minute and nodded slowly. "Well, now.....yeah. Are you gonna tell him?"
"There's not really anything to tell is there? Not yet, anyway."