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The flowers sat in the exact center of the marble topped table; green and white in the luminous hotel lighting. White bulbs with little brown speckles smattered across the surface. A thick green stem with vibrant green leaves sprouting out at random.

Orchids, or maybe some type of lily. Bella thought.

She sat cross-legged at a green fabric couch. Chunky, red, square pillows were placed neatly on each cushion, propped up against the back and arm of the two-seater. Her foot jiggled silently in her knee-high leather boot, black and soft as butter.

Bella was a young woman, twenty, soon to be twenty-one. Her hair was chocolate brown and fell past her shoulders to mid back. She was pretty and well kept, enjoying the looks she got as men passed her waiting figure on the couch.

Bella's eyes roamed over the crowded foyer of the Delta Inn. Scanning every man who was a possible match to her description of him. She hadn't seen a picture yet, though she knew vaguely what he must look like. He must have been tall, six foot three at least. His hair would have to be kept neat, probably a light shade. Bella had profiled him, judging his type and his appearance by his personality. Bella had a lot of experience with people, knew vaguely the personality to appearance ratio. Some people liked to throw her off though. Some people like DrawDeM.

You'll know me when you see me, said the letter he had sent her. He had invited Bella to diner with him, though they had never met. She didn't even know his name. They had met online, some chat room she'd entered while at the coffee shop a few days back. Bella had no idea what made her listen to e-mail. A part of her brain was telling her how insane she was, that this guy could be some deranged stalker finally getting to cart her off to some alley down town where he could kidnap her and keep her prisoner in his basement.

Bella shook her head once, ridding it of the idea thatDrawDeMher cyber friend—could be some sort of cereal kidnapper and stalker.

Why did he want to meet you at a hotel then, Bella? The more rational part of her brain asked. He obviously believes you're cheap and easy, and that you'll do anything for a meal.

Shut up! Bella's risky side of her brain shot back. Dueling brain sides was a never a symptom of mental stability. Ok, so the whole 'meeting at a hotel' thing was kind of odd but there was something about DrawDeM that made Bella's stomach fill with butterflies and her heart thud unevenly in her chest.

It was about two months ago when Bella had walked into the innocent looking café. It had a relaxed look, mostly browns and oranges with hints of red. Quiet indie rock played in the background and the customers were all dressed for the alternative setting, including Bella. She had a pair of brown suede boots over black tights, a tight, sage green sweater dress and a black knitted beret.

Bella plugged in her laptop and ordered a mint kiss latté—chocolate, espresso and mint, her favorite combination in a caffeinated beverage—She loved the scene at the downtown café, Grounded. The waiter had been cute. He smiled at her tentatively as he set her drink on top of a napkin next to her computer.

Bella took a sip of her drink and started towards the napkin to replace her cup on the table. A number and a name were scrawled across the surface.

Matt, 21, Call me. And then a number.

Bella rolled her eyes, using her peripheral vision to see where 'Matt' had run off to. He was checking her out behind the counter, dish rag in one hand and a brown mug he'd been drying for the last four minutes in the other. She sighed and glanced over at him. Matt smiled and waved carefully. He was cute, but she wasn't interested in boys. Bella wanted someone who wasn't afraid to ask her out, who would make the first move, unafraid of rejection. She wanted a man, not a boy.

Her computer booted up and she typed in her password quickly and logged onto the WI-FI. She was just beginning to research for her article, when an ad caught her eye.

CHATTIN! Indie Alternate Chat Group. It read. It had a picture of a girl sitting at a laptop in a café just like her, wearing a black knitted beret, just like her. Interesting.

Well, why not. She didn't know many people into her scene and she noticed the guy next to her had the same page open. Bella registered an account trying to think up a witty name. Her wit failed her as always, so she went with generic. IsaSwan. The first three letters of her first name and her last name. Lame but passable. No one would know who she was anyway.

Bella sifted through all the chat rooms, finding one finally that caught her interest.

For those of us… who like good music.

It was there that she met DrawDeM for the first time. The two chatted together on and off for a few days, until Bella got hooked on her cyber friend. She logged on as often as she could and wished for him to be online. He was most of the time. Sometimes he would leave her messages, saying when he would be back, or just about something he wanted to say to her. They were all simple enough. Until the most recent one.

DrawDeM: Hey, meet me at the Delta Inn on Friday at around 7.

IsaSwan: Ok? How will I know who you are?

DrawDeM: You'll know me when you see me. –D

Bella sent off another e-mail, telling him that specifics like hair and height always helped when looking for someone in a crowd, but she'd never gotten a reply. She didn't even know why she had showed up today. Anticipation, curiosity, curving away from her natural straight line of life. All she knew is that DrawDeM would be meeting her, and she had no idea what to look for.

A few men passed Bella sitting on the couch in the hotel lobby. It was a nice hotel, warm lighting, wood paneled walls, gold accents everywhere, expensive flowers and arrangements. Bella had no idea why DrawDeM would want to meet her there, but then again he seemed a very mysterious person all around. The man looked Bella up and down and gave her a look that was clearly inappropriate when in a formal setting.

Bella had been scanning every man in the room she had seen, searching for that one that stood out. So far, no one had.

"Are you waiting for someone?" A deep, adult male's voice asked her.

Bella raised her chin to look up into the eyes of the stranger. He was tall, probably about six foot four. His hair was brown with a splash of orange, bronze? He was wearing a pair of black slacks and dress shoes, highly polished, and a cobalt blue button down shirt, tucked in. Slung over his shoulders was a black sports coat. He was well dressed and very, very good looking, Bella noticed.

"Yes." She replied simply.

"Late?" the man asked.

Bella glanced at the electronic screen on her cell phone. Seven twelve.

"Very." She said, a look of mock anger on her flawless features.

"Mind if I cut in then? I mean, it's never polite to keep a lady in waiting."

A perfect Casanova, Bella thought to herself and smiled. It was him, she just knew it.

The man bowed suddenly and extended his hand towards her, palm up. Bella took it and pulled herself to her feet. He linked her arm through his and led her to the quiet hotel parlor. Bella noticed the glass painted to form the words, The Regatta Bar. He led her to a table and pulled the chair out, gesturing for her to sit. She did and he did the same across the table. It was dimly lit, a candle in the middle of each table and a few lamps on the outskirts of the room.

"Can I ask you a question?" Bella asked.

"Clearly you just did," He told her, an amused look on his face. "But, I will be gracious and allow one more."

Bella knew it was him now, he had typed that exact thing to her a few weeks back in an e-mail.

"What's your name?" She inquired.

"Edward."

"Ah, I see."

Bella saw the connection now. DrawDe was just Edward backwards.

"What does the 'M' stand for?" she continued.

"Mason," He clarified, he had known what she was asking.

"Your last name?" He nodded, "Edward Mason. Pleased to finally meet you." Bella smiled and extended her hand across the table. Edward took it and kissed the back of it gently.

"The honor is all mine." He said, releasing her hand. Bella wished her hadn't though. She wished he would have continued to hold it. It felt safe when he was near, Bella had no idea why.

"I have a question for you." It wasn't a question, he was good at this game.

"Alright." Bella agreed, there was no way she could have said no.

"What is your name?"

"Bella."

"As in Isabella?" He wondered. She nodded. "Who's the swan then?"

"My last name." she clarified.

Edward looked passed her and smiled. "Hungry?" He asked.

"I haven't had diner yet." Bella told him.

"So you are?" His eyes narrowed in confusion at her cryptic girl remark.

"I could eat something."

That bit of information didn't seem to elucidate anything for him. Bella sighed a "Yes" and heard Edward chuckle across the table, just as a waitress set down two menus in front of each. She smiled and told them the special, chicken farfalle.

Edward gestured for her to go first.

"Anything you want." He assured her.

Bella glanced over the menu while the waitress picked her nail and Edward waited politely.

"Uhm… Just the special." Bella muttered, tossing in the words 'Please' and 'thank you' as an afterthought. Edward was more prepared to order and she heard the waitress intake a sharp breath when she saw him clearly in the dim lighting.

"Char-grilled sirloin, please. Rare." Edward flashed a brilliant smile of gleaming white teeth that rightfully should have knocked any woman off her feet. Bella was grateful she was sitting for just that fact.

The waitress bustled off into the kitchen with a quick curtsy which made Edward shake his head slightly in confusion.

"Did she just curtsy at you?" Bella asked, trying to hold back laughter.

"I was wondering the same thing." He laughed.

"What are you doing on a chat site?" Bella wondered, curiosity taking over her manners.

Edward pondered that for a moment.

"I was discussing good music. That is, until a little swan swam up." His eyes crinkled into a smile and Bella noticed for the first time how beautiful they were. In fact, she really only began to notice how beautiful he was. His lips were pink and straight, curving up at one corner into a crooked smile that could melt hearts. He was clean shaved, yet the very beginnings of a five o'clock shadow were peaking through. His eyes were green, greener than the purest emeralds. Like staring into a forest on a sunlit day in July. His hair was styled in casual disarray, yet the way he kept messing it up, Bella wasn't sure if it was styled or natural. It was long, but it didn't touch his forehead. He kept pushing it back every time it got close, a nervous habit?

"Why were you there?" He continued and Bella broke her careful memorization of his face.

"I was curious. The ad caught my eye. I was wearing the same thing as the girl in the picture. I thought maybe, it was a sign or something." She said, looking at her hands on the table. She wasn't the spiritual type, this wasn't her usual area of discussion.

Edward didn't say anything. Instead he looked her up and down for the first time. She was wearing a short black dress with a white belt around her tiny waist. It looked like something fresh out of the sixties. Paired with a set of knee-high black leather boots with a stiletto heel. It was nearly enough to make him fall out of his seat.

"You look… gorgeous." He stammered, eyes lingering in places that were completely impolite for him to be looking at.

Bella blushed and bit her lip, eyes moving back to her hands. She knew he was staring, usually she liked the attention, but from someone who looked like Edward, it just made her slightly self-conscious. Edward took her hand is his and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." He said, worry crossing his perfect features.

"No, it's ok. I'm not. I just… I… thank you." She stuttered.

The food arrived along with a bottle of wine in a bucket of ice. The waitress popped off the cork before she left. Edward poured two glasses and placed one in front of Bella and one in front of himself. She thanked him and tucked into her pasta. Bella didn't realize how hungry she was until she reached the bottom of her plate. Edward, with the unmovable smile still on his face, pushed the basket of breadsticks towards her.

"You look hungry." He observed.

"I was." She told him smiling. She hadn't eaten all day, she hadn't gotten a chance.

Edward flashed his teeth at her again in a gleaming white grin. She looked away, across the bar. The waitress was watching them, her eyes narrowed as they met Bella's.

Edward glanced in the direction Bella was looking, then chuckled to himself when he saw the girl behind the bar.

"She's just standing there ogling you." Bella said, slightly amazed. "Her gaze isn't even faltering, and she knows I'm watching her watch you."

"Doesn't bother you does it?" Edward asked, ever amused.

"No, why would it? It's just silly. And it's rude to stare."

Edward laughed out loud this time shaking his head at Bella's defense.

"Bella?" Edward asked, serious for the first time tonight.

"Yes?" Bella's attention had been dragged back to him, due to his sudden seriousness.

"Would you like to go someplace more private? Away from woman in short black aprons?" He asked, half a crooked smile on his face.

Bella just nodded. A warm flush was creeping up her face and she didn't dare give it away with her voice.

The waitress reappeared and Edward handed her a couple bills after glancing at the number, telling her to keep the change. Edward stood and pulled Bella's chair out taking her hand and linking it through his again. Bella clung closer to him, feeling the emotion she felt towards DrawDeM now radiating towards Edward.

He led her out of the hotel's glass doors and down the steps. It was a cold night for October and Bella shivered in the night's air. Edward frowned down at her.

"You didn't bring a jacket?" He asked.

"Well it wasn't that cold when I got in the cab." She said.

"You told me you had a car."

"I do. Cab fare is cheaper that paying for parking in the city." She shook her head, clearly annoyed at that fact.

"That's true, in New York at least."

They were walking down a well-lit road. Fluorescent lighting shining through the plate glass of random store fronts. Chinese restaurants, dry cleaners, laundry-mats, convenience stores. This truly was the city that never sleeps.

Edward took his coat from his shoulder and placed it on Bella, doing up the top button. She thanked him and clung back to his arm.

"Why did you come tonight?" Edward suddenly asked.

"Because you asked me to." Bella replied.

"No, I mean. Why did you listen to me? A perfect stranger."

"You aren't a stranger, I've known you for more than three months." She answered confusedly.

"I might as well be a stranger, you have no idea if anything that I said was true or not. Why did you believe I wasn't just some… deranged stalker?"

"Part of me has been wondering that for a while. But the part I listen to, said you were a pretty decent guy, who's had a few bad breaks in life."

"And what part would that be?" his curiosity taking over his voice now.

"My heart." Bella whispered, just loud enough that Edward wasn't quite sure if he'd heard right.

Edward stopped in front of a town house with two spruce trees flanking the front door. It was expensive looking and three stories high. One of the houses only an upper New Yorker would have access to.

Edward leaned down towards Bella, his lips parted slightly. Bella had just enough time to register what he was doing, and prepare herself for what was coming.

His mouth was gentle as it met with her. The kind of kiss you aren't sure is there, but you know is because of the sudden electric shock you get when it hits. His mouth pressed a little closer into hers and she felt his need and passion build behind it making each movement of his lips more intense.

Edward's right hand pulled Bella closer to him, via the back of her neck. While his left grasped her right forearm. Bella's left hand was wrapped around his neck, her right was at his waist her thumb in his belt loop.

They held their posture for a few more seconds until Bella's need for oxygen overcame her longing for the kiss to never end. She took a deep breath, heart pounding like she was having a stroke.

Edward stroked her hair and leaned down to whisper in her ear, "I'm glad you're not the fool who listened to smarts over irrational judgment."

Bella smiled and whispered back, "But I am a fool." Edward gave her a quizzical look. "Only fools fall in love."

To be Continued? Idk. Review or PM me. If you want me to continue, then I need a beta. Because I'm bad at stuff like grammar and spelling. :)

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-Jamie