La Bella Italia

By: twilighters-anonymous

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the very talented Stephenie Meyer. I just like to play house

with them, I'll be sure to put them away when I'm done. No matter what they tell you, you cannot

buy Edward Cullen on ebay, believe me, I've tried, you just get some old guy from Switzerland.

Summary: La Bella Italia is kinda the place that started it all, it was the first time Bella had been

around Edward since she found out what he was, it was the first time all the walls were down. We know what Bella was thinking and soon we'll know what Edward was thinking in Midnight Sun, but what about what the hostess and Amber, their server, were thinking?

Chapter 1: "Perhaps Something More Private?"

(Hostess POV)

Could this place be any duller right now? Sure it was the off season in Port Angeles, but usually there were more people than this or at least some kind of commotion ─ someone found a hair in their baked spaghetti or a waiter ran into someone ─ but tonight, nothing. I was just penciling someone's reservation in the reservation book when the door opened. I looked up and saw a brunette girl about 17 or 18 walk in. I could tell someone was holding the door open for her but I couldn't see who just yet. The girl let out a small frustrated sigh before coming in. Finally, a boy about the same age came in behind her. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. This guy was gorgeous! He looked like he just stepped out of a Calvin Kline ad. I quickly straightened up an fixed my shirt so it showed just the right amount of cleavage. I smiled warmly at him, I had all but forgotten the girl already.

"A table for two?" the guy asked. His voice was as hot as he was and very alluring, he so wanted me! My eyes flickered over to the girl, who looked a little annoyed. I was very satisfied by how ordinary looking she was, I was so hotter than her. The god-like guy seemed to keep a no-contact space between them. It was probably just a pity-date for him. I led them to the last table in my section.

"Perhaps something more private?" he asked quietly to me. Then he smoothly handed me a tip. It was a hundred dollar bill! This guy was hot and rich!

"Sure," I said. I admit, I was very surprised. I turned and led them around a partition to Amber's section. God, she was so damn lucky! "How's this?" I asked, smiling at him.

"Perfect." He flashed the most glorious mile I had ever seen. I was slightly dazed for a moment.

"Um," I said, shaking my head, trying to regain my composure, "your server will be right out." I internally cursed Amber's luck again before walking away unsteadily, I felt a little drunk. What the hell just happened? How did he do that? I walked into the kitchen where Amber was leaning against the wall, flipping her hair and flirting with one of the other waiters. "Oh my god, Amber!" I gushed.