Traven On The Green
Bella's Pov
Me and my friends, Rosalie and Alice, were at the Traven On The Green Restraunt in New York City. It was a very fancy restarunt, but we were here on a special ocassion. It was Alice's birthday and we insisted on taking her somewhere special.
"You guys this is so wonderful!" gushed Alice.
"This is your special day Alice! You deserve the best!" Rosalie told her.
"Of course!" I agreed. We all hugged, and then the waiter returned.
"What can I get you lady's for dessert?" he asked us with a smile. We looked to Alice.
"You first birthday girl," Rosalie said. Alice smiled and looked down at her menu.
"I think I will go with the Passion Fruit Tart," Alice said licking her lips.
"For me, the Crème Brulee sounds great," Rosalie added.
"And for me, the Butterscotch Sundae," I said politely.
The waiter noded and smiled. "It should be ready within a few minutes."
"Thank you," Alice said.
"I hope the dessert's good," Rosalie said. They loved tasting and trying deserts. The three girls were students in New York City's Institute Of Culinary Education.
The waiter soon returned with the deserts. "Here you are ladys. Enjoy," he said with a smile.
"Thank you!" we all said in sync.
"Lets eat!" Rosalie said. We grabbed out forks and started shoveling into the dessert.
That's when all three forks fell to the plates with a clatter.
"This is disgusting!" I shouted spitting the dessert onto a napkin. Alice and Rosalie did the same.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," moaned Alice. Rosalie and Alice were both clenching their stomaches in pain.
"That's it!" I shouted throwing the napkin on my lap aside. "I'm talking to the cook!"
Alice and Rosalie quickly clambered out of their seats to catch up with me.
"We're coming with you," Alice said firmly.
"That's fine with me," I assured them. I almost got to the kitchen when a scary looking women blocked me in my path.
"Where do you think your going Miss?" the women asked.
"To the kitchen," I said mater of factly.
"Your not allowed to go back there," she said in return.
"But I have to! I need to talk to the cook!" I insisted.
Just then, our original waiter walked by. "What's going on here ladys?" he asked.
"We really need to talk to the cook," I begged. He noded.
"I don't think that's a problem. Follow me ladys," he said.
The scary looking woman shot us an evil look before we disappeared into the kitchen.
"She's new," the waiter said simply with a smile. We all laughed.
"Here we are. The cooks right over there," he said pointing to a man.
"Thank you," I said. As soon as the waiter left, my fury returned.
I walked over to the man with the chef hat on angerily.
"Hey you! Me and my friends have some complaints with your so called desserts!"
The man turned around and as soon as I saw him, he took my very breath away.
Edward's Pov.
I had been working all day on peoples orders. But it didn't bother me. I loved cooking.
It was late and there were only a few hours remaining before closing time. While I was busy working, I heard someone yelling.
"Hey you! Me and my friends have some complaints with your so called desserts!" a voice like music called.
I whirled around and saw the most beautiful girl I had ever lain eyes on. There were three other girls but I didn't notice them. She had long, pretty, brown hair with chocolate brown eyes. She wore a shimmery light blue dress that made her skin look like cream. And she was glaring at me angerily.
"You don't like the desserts?" I asked probably staring at her.
"They were completley horrid!" she said rolling her eyes.
A girl with spiky black hair stepped up. "You really need to learn how to cook," she said harshly.
"But I didn't make any of the desserts tonight," I answered truthfully. "It was our two other cooks, Jasper and Emmet."
A/N: So do you like it? Traven On The Green is a real restraunt in New York City as well as the Institute Of Culinary Arts. Don't worry, it's a really fancy restraunt and their desserts don't taste gross. I just had to make it like that so Edward and Bella can meet as well as the other characters.