What could I do this evening? I thought to myself as I sat in my hotel suite. I had just arrived in the US, after being offered a new job as a lawyer at one of the top law firms. Who wouldn't go for that?

Admittedly it had been a big move. All the way from the UK to the US. I would certainly miss home but now I was here and well I might as well make the most of it, I tried to tell myself. But I couldn't help it, thinking of home. How alone I was here.

So what was there to do? I don't move into my new apartment until Monday and I need to get out of this hotel room. Or, seriously, I will go crazy. Sunday and what to do? Think Bella, think.

I finally decide to go out to a bar. A nice cool beer could do nothing but good to a jet lagged girl. I slipped on some jeans and trainers before leaving the hotel. The cool air hit me as I walked outside, making me shiver a little. I suddenly wished I had packed more jumpers, but I had thought well hey its the US of course it will be warm. Silly me...

I walked for a while, the cool air clearing my mind of the sad thoughts, my family and friends. I saw a flashing sign for a bar and crossed over to it. I looked through the window to check it wasn't too seedy. It seemed okay, just a couple of guys watching the game.

I pushed open the door and suddenly felt a little more comfortable, it reminded me of home. Of course it was nothing compared to my local pub but still... I moseyed over to the bar and perched on one of the stools. A bar tenner approached me immediately. He was quite a stocky man, his skin dark and his muscles toned. There was a tattoo at the top of his arm and he smiled: "Hey, what can I get for you miss?"

I smiled sheepishly and looked up to meet his eyes "Errrmmm could I just have a beer or something?"

"Sure you can" he said smiling. He bent down to a fridge beneath the counter and placed a bottle in front of me "That okay for you?"

"Yeah that's great thanks" I said smiling and blushing slightly. Suddenly realising how strong my accent must come across to him.

"I'm Jacob," he said holding his hand out.

I took his hand "Bella,"

"Well Bella, welcome to my bar,"

"Your bar?"

"Yeah," he said smiling "That's a beautiful accent you have there,"

I blushed again "Well thanks, it's nice to find somewhere so welcoming. I only got here today,"

"Holiday?"

"No, I got a job over here,"

"Great," he said smiling his charming smile again "Well I better get on with my stuff," he said grabbing a cloth "But make yourself comfortable"

"Thanks," I said taking a swig of beer.

I glanced round the bar. A large T.V on the wall was playing a "football game". I watched, intrigued. I couldn't quite figure out the rules but I think I got the general jist. However, I was broken out of my little world by a large hand that appeared on my shoulder. I jumped and looked round to see a large beaming face beside me. "Ummm, hello?" I said hesitantly wondering what this guy wanted.

"Hey, I'm Emmett" he said the smile still plastered across his face. He was a giant ,I looked up at him wondering how it was possible for a guy to be so big and still look so friendly.

"I'm, Bella," I said, still wondering what he wanted.

"Well hello," he said wiggling his eyebrows at me. Great, he was one of those guys that would probably try and use a corny chat up line to get me into bed. "Could I buy you a drink?"

I sighed, I really didn't need this guy to be coming onto me "You can, but to be honest I wouldn't bother. Because I will be leaving soon," I looked up at him expectantly.

"Leaving with me?" he said hopefully.

"I don't think so, sadly," I said unable to stop a smile playing on my lips from the look that was on his face.

"Good try Bro," I heard Jacob say from across the bar "But it doesn't look like the lady's interested, well not tonight anyway,"

I giggled before turning my back on Emmett and looking at Jake, well I hope I can call him Jake. "Thanks" I said as Emmett retreated across the bar "Perhaps I'll see you later this week?" I said hoping off the stool.

"I hope so," he said smiling.

I walked over to the door before looking over at Emmett"You owe me a drink," I called at him as I left the bar.

As I walked back to my hotel I smiled to myself, perhaps this moving wouldn't be so bad after all...