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Later that afternoon

Paul's stomach felt like it was in knots, he figured he'd feel better if he ate something.

"What do I want?"

He decided he hadn't had subway in a long time. He loved the sweet onion teriyaki chicken, and their meat ball, oh boy. He drove his truck through the lights, but someone in a jeep cut him off,

"What the hell!"

Paul beeped at him.

"What the hells the rush, he just gonna hit a red light."

Paul shook his head. He parked the truck next to a silver beetle, he got a warm feeling in his stomach as he pasted it...Paul stepped through the door, removing his sunglasses

"Dark in here,"

he mumbled to himself. It was extremely busy today. He got in line and stared at the menu pictures, he didn't realize, until now, how long it had been since he'd eaten. As he was reading the menu, he smelled that wonderful vanilla smell in front of him, he looked down. It couldn't be, it was, her. She must have left that scent on his cd she handed to him...Is it really her. He starts at the top, working his eyes down. The curly golden hair, the white sweater, the white fluffy scarf, the cute jeans, and those little shoes...It couldn't be, Paul was speechless, he couldn't move or think, he dropped his sunglasses on the floor. She bent down picked them up, turned around, and their eyes met,

"Here you go." She looked up at him, "Are you stalking me? ."

Paul just stared at her, his mouth dropped.

"iii, uh no," "I was just, uh, hungry."

Why was her nervous, he never acted like this around women, never? Not even Stephanie McMahon herself could make him shake in his boots like this women. How was this possible? He had to get control of himself.

"Come on Paul," he said to himself.

She smiled at him, "You okay," I was only joking, hope I didn't scare ya."

She turned back around, and he got his composure back. He loved her voice, strong, yet soft, but not squeaky like steph's. He watched her order. "Hi, can I have a 6 inch chicken teriyaki with sweet onion sauce, with lettuce, and American cheese, thanks." He was scared now. This was too much. And what the hell was gonna order now? How can I order the same thing and not look weird?

"Sir I can help you over here,"

"Ah, can I have a foot long meatball, with provolone."

"Sure."

He smiled as he watched her pay and fill up her sprite.

"Anything else sir,"

"Bottle of water, and that will be it thanks"

Paul gave him his card and grabbed the water.

"I have to talk to her, I can't lose her again." This must mean something," he said. He looked around and saw her sitting at a table for two, alone. Paul looked around but there were not many empty places, he walked over to the back, as he was passing he heard, in the sweetest voice in the world, "Did you listen to it yet?"

Paul looked over and there she was.

"Huh?" he asked.

"The cd, did you listen to it yet?" she said.

"Oh uh no not yet, I was really hungry," he nodded.

"Me too, wanna sit here?"

Paul looked around, "uh yes, please."

Paul felt nervous again, but he tried to calm himself. She was about to say something, when a little boy in overalls and his winter coat, came over to his table.

"Hi Triple h!" He couldn't have been older then 5.

"You're so cool. I have your hat at home with the hammers on it." Paul laughed, he hated when adults bothered him when he was eating, but he never minded kids.

"Thanks man,"

The little boy handed triple h his report card, this is all I have, can you sign it maybe."

Paul looked over at the women and smiled, she was smiling back at him.

"Wow, your doing great in school", Paul read his name from the card, and signed it out to him personally.

"Thanks, im going to be big like you next year, you know, so I can help you fight."

"Well thanks, im looking forward to it"

The little boy gave him a low five, and ran to his mom. Paul's faced turned a little red.

"That was one of the cutest things I've ever seen, hehehe" she smiled.

"Yeah." he smirked.

She leaned forward unrolling her sub wrapper.

"So are you a boxer?"

Paul laughed. "No, im a wrestler."

"OOOO Nice." "I take it your on tv?"

"Yeah, I wrestle for wwe."

"wwe, what's that?"

"Oh it stands for world wrestling entertainment" "It's on USA on Monday nights, well I am, and then there's smack down on upn on Friday."

"Nice plug, hehehe"

"Thanks" Paul smirked.

"So do you wear those long pants or tiny speedo looking ones."

"Ah, hehhe the small speedo ones, if I find ones that fit, Paul smirked"

"Oh that was good, hehe."

"So is it fake or real?" she asked.

Paul lifted up his pant leg to show a scar on the back of his calf, "Is this real to you, I have more if need be"

"hehhehe, no no I believe you"

They were quiet for a while, just eating away.

"Do you not watch much tv,"

"No not really" she said.

"Oh"

"So do you have any particular men in speedo's you like to roll around with?"

"Hehehe, ok ok, what do you do?"

"Me, im a wrestler too"

"Oh really"

"yeah, my speedo's pink"

"What's your wrestler name then?"

"Quadruple C"

"hehehhe"

"Oh so you're a comedian hehehe?"

"No, but really, im a teacher"

"Oh, thats nice, we have something in common"

"Uh, teacher and wrestler, im not seeing the 'common' part there? hehe" she said.

"Well we both get to sign report cards, right?" he replied.

She burst into laughter.

"You have a point there." She had finished her small sub and Paul had barely touched his.

'So, do you live around here?"

"Yup, about 10 minutes from here." She smiled, "I like your truck, I always wanted a truck"

"what do you have now?" he asked.

"I have a little silver buggie, I wouldnt trade it for anything" He noticed how her eyes sparkled.

"You should come see one of our shows sometime, we rock the msg, and your fleetcenter"

"Plug plug plug," she mocked him cutely. "Wow does the wwe have you take a plugging class? hehe "Oh and Actually they renamed the fleet center the TD bank north garden"

"Oh, I like the old name better" he said

"Me too." "So would I get free tickets then?" She smirked.

"Hell yeah"

"well let me just give you my address and phone number then"

Paul looked surprised.

"That way it will make it easier for you to kidnap me"

"Aw, hey, do I look like a kidnapper?" She looked at his arms, and back to his shoulders, with a sarcastic expression.

"what?" Paul looked at his own shoulders. They both laughed.

"Well I have a lot planning to do today" "And I wanna listen to that Inferno album". She took a card out of her pocket and wrote something on it. She stuck it in his pocket. She stood up and lightly patted Pauls blond haired head. "See a Mr. Big man",

"Bubye," all Paul could do was smile. She threw her trash in the bin, fixed her scarf and walked out the door. Paul watched as everything slowed down, like a movie, her hair lightly bounced as she took each step. Paul could not believe what was happening, he felt so good when he was around her, yet he didn't even know her name, He just could not explain what was happening to him, but he liked it, a lot. He stood up and threw away his food and headed to his truck. He remembered the paper she'd placed in his pocket. He glanced at it, but saw no number. it read, " I like you un dx, but though you could have been nicer to slaughter." Pauls eyes grew wide. She had seen him. , she had watched wrestling. She was perfect. "Is this real?" but there was no number, Pauls stomach dropped, what if he never saw he again, what if he lost her forever. He flipped over the card, like Charlie bucket looking for the golden ticket, on the other side he found an email address. ,. She was different then any other girl he had ever met. "Little quack" Paul thought it was so adorable "Quack". He remembered seeing a little yellow duck on the end of her white scarf, and the rubber one on her keychain Guess she likes them. Will Paul email her? What should he say? What is her name? Paul had a lot of questions, how will he get any sleep before Raw tonight in Boston. at the fleetce... TD banknorth garden.