Author's Note: Hello! I don't know if anyone is still following me, but here I am with the promised three-shot story. Keep in mind that this was a writing exercise I did when I was stuck writing Incest. I intentionally wrote it to be a three-shot, so there will be no more additions. I'll try to update the next two chapters as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy this fluffy romance!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

Chapter 1

Edward's Point of View

I ducked under the canopy in front of Starbucks and closed my umbrella. It was pouring cats and dogs out there, but it really wasn't anything new in a place like Seattle.

I shook out the water from my umbrella onto the pavement before actually entering the café. I was surprised to see that the place was completely empty. Starbucks was usually filled with customers, but I supposed people had wisely chosen to stay inside today.

Angela greeted me cheerfully as she always did from behind the counter. "Hi, Edward. It's really pouring out there, huh?"

I smiled ruefully. "It wasn't when I left the hospital. I'm kind of regretting it now, but I desperately needed caffeine."

Angela smiled back sympathetically. She was a kind soul, maternal and warm. "Long shift?"

"I have to go back, actually," I said. "I'm covering for Carlisle this week."

"Oh?" Angela looked curious. "Has your father gone somewhere?"

"My siblings and I sent them on a second honeymoon for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary." I grinned as I remembered my mother Esme's excited shriek. "To Hawaii."

Angela gaped. "Lucky them!" She laughed. "They must be so glad to have such great children."

I chuckled. "You would think we weren't adopted at all. I'll have the usual."

She quickly filled up a grande-sized cup with hot coffee. As I paid, she advised, "You'd better sit this one out for a bit." She nodded toward the windows. "It's really coming down now."

I frowned at the thought of taking a longer break than I had planned, but had to agree. I could barely see anything through the windows. With a resigned sigh, I wandered away to go find a seat.

It was only after I'd sat down that I noticed the place wasn't empty after all. There was a single customer sitting in the corner by a window.

I found myself staring, for I had never seen anyone so beautiful. With a tall-sized cup of coffee on the small table in front of her, she was watching the world outside get splattered violently with the pouring rain.

She was beautiful in a striking way. The calmity of her peaceful, heart-shaped face made me relax unconsciously. She had long, mahogany hair that was carefully arranged over her shoulders. She was wearing a gray felt coat and a silky, blue blouse underneath. I noticed that the blue complemented her pale skin extremely well. She was wearing dark, skinny jeans and, while I would've assumed that most women would've worn heels to complete the sensible outfit, she was wearing a pair of cute, yellow rain boots.

And that was what I liked immediately about her. It was the fact that, though she obviously had a sense of fashion, she chose to wear something necessary rather than to conform to appearance.

She was fascinating to watch. She did nothing – absolutely nothing – and yet, I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking about. Was her name suitable for her beauty? Where was she from? How old was she? Where did she work? Why was such a beautiful young woman sitting at Starbucks alone?

Like that, an hour passed.

The rain was slowing down now. She gave a sudden start, as though she'd just noticed the situation outside. She looked relieved. She placed one hand on the side of her coffee cup and sighed. And she kept staring out the window.

I grew frustrated. I wanted to go ask her what she was thinking about, but at the same time, I didn't want to disturb her. She looked so at peace, so unbothered by the battles of life beyond these walls. Just watching her made my own worries about life fly out the window.

I glanced down at my watch and realized that I should return to the hospital soon. Sure enough, my PDA beeped, letting me know that I was needed. Luckily, it didn't seem like an emergency.

Regretfully, I looked over at the young woman who had so successfully captured my attention. I perked up when I saw that she, too, was getting ready to leave. She slipped her purse over her shoulder and took her coffee. I watched as she said goodbye to Angela, whom she seemed to know well.

"You're going to walk back?" Angela asked, her eyes widening. "It's still raining a lot. And didn't you leave your car at the company?"

"That's okay," her lovely friend said. Her voice was soft and gentle, like an angel. "It's only a five-minute walk."

"It's so like you to leave your umbrella at work," Angela said disapprovingly. "Stay here. I'll go get you mine."

Unfortunately, a customer came running inside, brushing off the glistening raindrops on his leather jacket. He blew out a heaving sigh and approached the counter, gazing up at the list of drinks.

The young woman smiled. "It's fine, Ang. See you tomorrow."

Before Angela could protest, her beautiful friend slipped outside and paused under the canopy, hesitating. I found myself moving in response to her action. I certainly wasn't hesitating.

Bella's Point of View

I stared out at the rain, then at the flood of water flowing down the street. Thank God I was wearing rain boots, but Angela was right. I was really out of it. How could I not bring an umbrella when I knew rainy Seattle like I knew the back of my hand?

Mentally, I calculated the distance from Starbucks to the publishing house I worked at. Truthfully, it was only two blocks away, but it was still raining a lot. Thank goodness Rosalie's parents owned the place, or I would be fired for spending too much time on a coffee break. I'd already texted her earlier, informing her that I would be delayed due to the heavy rain. Maybe I should've asked her to come pick me up instead.

I took a deep breath and told myself to suck it up. It was just a little rain. It was water. Besides, I liked the rain. Not.

I was about to step out from under the canopy when I noticed a black umbrella over my head. Startled, I looked to my left.

My breath caught. A gorgeous, sexy man with strange bronze hair stood next to me, holding up the umbrella. He was tall, perhaps around six-two and he was dressed simply in jeans and a light blue dress shirt. I noticed that his hands were really pretty, his fingers long, like a piano player's hands.

But that wasn't what rendered me speechless. He had the most beautiful, captivating

green eyes I'd ever seen in my entire life. They bored into my plain brown ones, as though trying to discover my secrets one by one. They were piercing, yet so full of warmth and tenderness.

And when he spoke, it was a wonder I didn't swoon at the sound of his velvety, musical voice. "Use this."

That broke me out of my internal rambling of awe over this stranger's hotness. I blinked. "I'm sorry?"

The stranger smiled gently, then took my hand. He placed the umbrella handle inside my hand. "I overheard Angela saying that you had to walk. I assumed you didn't have an umbrella. Use mine."

My eyes widened. "Oh, I couldn't..."

"Please." He shot me a crooked smile that should be made illegal. I felt stupid, gawking at him.

"But-"

"Be careful on your way back," he said, glancing out at the rain. "Everything's going to be wet and slippery."

"But I-"

Before I could finish, he was running out into the rain. I stood there, gaping as I watched him slipping inside a silver Volvo. Fancy. He started the car and quickly backed out...and soon, he was out of sight.

Who leaves a stranger with an umbrella when it's pouring rain? Even if he does have a car...and his car was parked far away from Starbucks. Not that I wasn't grateful. He was basically my life saver. I didn't much fancy getting sick for a month.

Slowly, I began walking back to the publishing house. Handsome and a gentleman. What a shame. I didn't even have an opportunity to thank him. And how was I supposed to return the umbrella to him?

He mentioned Angela by her name. She might know him. I could ask her tomorrow. Relieved, I entered the lobby and closed the umbrella. I smiled down at it and thanked the gorgeous man silently for his sacrifice. In exchange for him getting hit by raindrops for thirty seconds, I was able to avoid catching a cold.

Life saver.

Edward's Point of View

I couldn't stop thinking about her. Would she have walked back safely? I'd have dropped her off personally in my car if it hadn't been for that call from the hospital. Regrettably, I'd had to turn my back on her.

She'd seemed to know Angela well, and I was eager to ask her about her friend. I didn't even know her name.

I wanted to go back as soon as possible, but with my father gone, the hospital needed all the doctors they could get. For the rest of the week, I remained busy, entering and reentering the operation rooms, making rounds, and doing tons of paperwork.

Carlisle returned a week later, after spending two weeks in Hawaii with Esme. He'd gotten a nice, light tan and he was practically glowing. I was glad he'd had a nice time, but I was in need of some rest.

"Good work, Edward," Carlisle complimented, patting my back. "I trusted you, of course – I was only able to leave work because I knew you'd be here – but you did better than I thought."

I smiled. "No problem. How was Hawaii?"

Carlisle shook his head. "I don't know why we never took a family vacation to Hawaii, son. It has recently become my opinion that people who live in America must go to Hawaii at least once before they die."

"Duly noted."

He chuckled. "Isn't your shift ending in ten minutes? Go get some rest. You look tired."

I grinned. I knew for a fact that I had dark circles underneath my eyes, for I had only slept about ten hours this past week. Sleep sounded heavenly.

It felt like a normal day for a normal person. It was seven in the evening when I got home. Other than the abnormal fact that I skipped dinner, I went right to sleep and didn't wake up until my usual wake-up time at five in the morning.

I felt refreshed and recovered. I showered and dressed, then decided to stop by Starbucks for a cup of morning coffee. I felt a small jolt of excitement. Would she be there? I dismissed the hope almost instantly. It was only nearing seven-thirty. Too early.

I parked and went inside. Angela was there, as always, happily greeting me. As I understood it, Angela was studying to be an RN. She'd decided on this career path only a few years ago and had gone back to college. She was working full-time at Starbucks to pay for tuition and took night classes to get her associate's.

"The usual?" Angela asked.

"Yes, please." I held out a five-dollar bill.

"Is Carlisle back yet?" she asked. She took it and quickly gave me my change.

"He came back yesterday," I said. "Thank God." I smiled.

She laughed. "You look tired."

"I looked more tired yesterday. This is me after I slept almost twelve hours."

She shook her head. "Am I going to be as tired as you when I become an RN?"

"Depends. You should come work at my hospital with me," I said lightly. "We could be colleagues."

Angela grinned. "I'll think about it. On a different note, I wanted to thank you for lending your umbrella to my friend the other day."

"Oh," I said. "No problem. I was happy to help."

She raised her eyebrow, looking at me knowingly. "She's beautiful, isn't she?"

I felt a bit embarrassed. "Is it obvious?"

"That you're into her? Pretty much."

I chuckled. "I mean no harm. I just wanted to help."

"But that doesn't mean you shouldn't talk to her," Angela countered. "She was curious about you."

"Was she?" I was intrigued. "What did you tell her?"

She laughed. "This is so weird. You're never interested in girls. I would know."

Yes, she would. I'd only got asked out one too many times here at Starbucks, right in front of Angela herself. She'd always given me hell for declining politely, claiming that I should start dating now that I had a stable, well-paying job. She was right, but that didn't mean I had to force myself to date.

"What was she curious about?"

"She asked me if I knew you. I said I did. She asked me what your name was and what you did."

"Did you tell her?"

"You're cute. No, I didn't tell her a thing."

I was disappointed. "Why? That's quite passive for someone who doesn't seem to have a problem with her friends going out with each other."

"So you're willing to ask her out?" She looked hopeful. "Oh, I really hope you do. She's like you, refusing to date just anyone. It's rare that she actually came in here to ask me about a man."

"Maybe," I allowed. "Are you going to tell me her name?"

She cracked a mischievous grin. "No, I'm not. I gotta give you guys something to talk about when you meet again, haven't I?"

I sighed though I was smiling, and I went to go find a seat. I pulled out my laptop and began looking over some files. Before I knew it, it was nearing lunch time, and I remembered that I'd promised my younger sister Alice that I would eat with her today. I packed up my things, tossed my empty coffee cup into the trash can, and headed for the door.

"Bye, Angela," I called.

"See you later!"

It was drizzling lightly. I gazed out at the skies – it was rather beautiful. I loved the rain, but it had given me something more to love about. A brief encounter with a beautiful woman was bound to remain in my memories.

"Excuse me."

I recognized the voice I'd only heard once. I turned my head to my right, and she was there, looking gloriously beautiful. She was wearing a beige chiffon dress with a ruffle and a floral design. She wore a light pink coat over it and today, she had completed the outfit with white pumps. I could only stare at her dazedly.

She smiled hesitantly at me. "Hi. Um, I met you here the other day..." She trailed off. She was obviously mistaking my dazed look as confusion.

"I know." As if I could forget such a beautiful woman.

"Oh. Sorry. You were just staring at me like you didn't know me, so..." She looked awkward. I found it incredibly cute. "I just wanted to return your umbrella." She reached into her bag and pulled out the neatly wrapped umbrella. She handed it to me.

I took it. "Oh. I hope it was useful."

She smiled. "It really was. Thank you. You saved my life that day."

I raised my eyebrow. "I assume you don't like the rain very much?"

"You assume correctly."

"Are you sure you won't need it today?" I asked. "I could lend it to you again."

She laughed lightly, and I marveled at the sound of it. "I came prepared today. I brought my car, and I have an umbrella with me."

"That's good." I was slightly disappointed. I held out my hand. "Edward Cullen."

She shook my hand firmly, and I was surprised and impressed. "Bella Swan."

Neither of us let go. We stared at each other, which didn't feel awkward or strange at all. A first for me, with a woman. I wondered what she was thinking.

Suddenly, she seemed aware that she was staring and quickly let go. She blushed a lovely shade of red. "Anyway, uh, thanks again."

I felt disappointed. "Of course."

"It was nice to meet you." She moved to go inside.

"The pleasure was all mine." My soft voice lingered, and something made her look back. She looked startled to see whatever was on my expression, and she blushed again. Without another word, she went inside.

I sighed as I looked down at my umbrella. I would love to have that woman in my arms on a dreary day like this, which, in the case of Seattle, would be always.

AN: I hope you enjoyed that! Please review! I want to know what you think. Thanks! :)