Amy was finally back home in Atlanta. While the Hardy Boyz had wanted her to come up and train with them, she felt the desperate need to get back home. Or at least get a GPS before she tried getting up to North Carolina. Luckily for her, a Best Buy was down the street from her home. As she entered the store, she was instantly lost as to where a decent navigation system could be.

"Excuse me, ma'am, you look a bit lost." Amy looked up to see a man - a tall, blonde haired man who seemed to have a bit of a limp, but was still extremely attractive. She felt butterflies gathering in her stomach already, but she had to focus.

"Uhm, where are your navigation systems?" She asked, surprised by how giddish her voice sounded.

"I'll walk you back there," he replied, his masculine voice intimidatingly louder than her weak one. Overwhelmed by this man - this Best Buy employee - she almost accidently stayed behind when he started a brisk walk to the back of the store. His blonde hair was stuck underneath the blue Best Buy cap that many employees wore, his head looking up to see. He looked like a fairly confident person, but he definitely had to a reason to be with these looks. While Amy may not have known it, he was very atracted to her, also. He was into all sorts of rock music, and this redhead struck him as a punk rocker chick. He was quickly at the back of the store near a row of navigation systems, and as Amy started into a slight run to catch up with him he smiled a large, white, toothy grin.

"Here we are," he said when she arrived by his side.

"Do you have any suggestions?" He thought for a moment, his eyes becoming slits and his smile gone, but it returned a second later.

"I use this one," he said, pointing to a nice looking GPS. After it was decided that she would purchase that particular GPS, she went to the counter to buy it, no longer with the tall blonde, but as she finished she saw him walk out the front door. She had to find out about this guy.

She walked through the front door and began to look around for him, but was surprised when she saw him leaning against the side of the building smoking a ciggerette, his eyes on her.

"Oh, there it is," she said, pointing to a car. That really wasn't her car, but she couldn't let herself get caught by him. The smile that was on his face inside of the store returned, and he reached out for her hand to shake.

"Hey, I'm Adam." Damn it, he caught me!, she thought to herself.

"Oh, I'm Amy." She returned the handshake, surpried by how strong he was.

"Yeah, I know, I recognized you. You're Lita," he said. He wasn't asking her, but informing her as if she had forgotten.

"That's me," she said, smiling.

"You probably know my brother, Christian." She was surprised that he had some connection to a fellow WWE Superstar, but she knew that the two blondes looked alike.

"Yeah, Jay, I know him." After a moment of silence she decided to talk. "So, he becomes a WWE wrestler and you work for Best Buy?" She instantly realized how offensived she sounded and apoligized.

Laughing, the tall man responded. "That's what people think, but I used to be a wrestler, then I got injured and moved down here to Atlanta." She figured that since he was Christian's brother he had probably lived in Canada before.

"Oh.. How do you like it here?"

"It's hot," he chuckled. "But I guess it beats Canadian winters. Do you want a smoke?" he asked, reaching for a pack of ciggerettes on the pavement beside him, shrugging at the same time.

"Yeah, I could use one," she sighed and accepted the ciggerette as she walked towards him.

"It's good that you bought that GPS. I used to get lost all the time."

"I guess that can happen when everything's white as snow," she laughed.

He smiled. "Not as white as these white wanna-be rappers you got down here."

Amy blushed, embarassed. She was by no means a rap fan, but she knew that it was popular in Atlanta.

"I'm not into that stuff," she responded. "I like punk rock."

"I can tell, little miss pierced tongue tattoo red head," he said. "I'm into rock in general, especially KISS." He dropped his ciggerette on the pavement and stomped it out.

"Are you going back to work?" she asked, dissapointed.

"No, I'm off now." He looked directly into her eyes as he quit stomping out the ciggerette, sending chills up her spine. "Luckily." He finished. She smiled, knowing that she and Adam were going to be good friends.