Ok so i have decided that this fic will have shorter chapters for the first little while, i think it will help with the flow of it and make me update faster. Thanks for the positive response so far :) keep reading and reviewing and i'll keep dishing it out.
Chris whipped the beads of sweat of his forehead with the back of his arm, what a match. He felt as though as body had been ran over with a steam roller and the thought of just sitting down sounded wonderful.
He made his way down the hallway of the arena, wondering why the hell the dressing room had to be so far away from gorilla, when he spotted her…Stephanie.
She was sitting alone at a small desk, looking over a stack of papers, the dim light of the lamp highlighting her bone structure. The woman was breath taking; she even made doing production work look glamorous. Chris wanted to talk to her, say something, anything, to break the awkward silence that formed between them. Neither one of them had known what to say since she made her decision, but the fact that they worked together made it inevitable. Eventually they would have to speak, because he didn't want to work anywhere else and as the bosses daughter it was a pretty safe bet to say she wasn't going anywhere either.
Stephanie momentarily looked up from her scripts for the evening and her eyes instantly locked with his. Her face curled into a small smile, which he quickly returned to seal the unspoken bond between them.
It was comforting to see her smile at him like that, at least it meant in some small way she still cared for him. She was the one after all to end things; it wasn't like he had ever hurt her in any way. Actually it was the opposite; it was his heart that was ripped to tiny pieces at her manicured hands, not the other way around.
"Hey Chris,"
He turned around to see Trish Stratus standing there, he was happy to see her yet upset that his moment with Stephanie was ruined, "Oh hey Trish."
She smiled at him, "Congrats on your win tonight."
"Thanks." He replied, feeling uncomfortable with the fact the Stephanie might be watching them.
"So are we still on for tonight?" Trish asked cheerfully, reaching out to gently touch his arm.
He looked down at her hand on him then turned his head to look at Stephanie, his hazel eyes meeting blue before he answered her, "Yeah I just need to grab a shower, I'll meet you at the parking garage in 20?"
"Sounds like a plan," She responded, leaning up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before she took off down the hallway.
He didn't look back at Stephanie again, he couldn't.