AN: Hi fellow twilight fans! This is my first twilight fic so enjoy and review!

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Every day I see her, I have to stop the urge to go up to her and ask her some ridiculous question just so I can hear the sound of her voice.

Watching her has become my vice; an addiction I just can't kick and really, why would I want to?

She has become the sun to my moon and I would give anything to talk to her, hold her, chase away the loneliness I've seen in her eyes.

In the back of my head, I've known she's been working here for a while. It's as if she's been a part my subconscious for some time now.

I used to come to this bookstore every other month, just to get coffee or grab a couple of books for my collection, but then she was thrust upon me front and center.

She wasn't looking at where she was going and she bumped into me. She raised her eyes and I had to stifle a gasp at their magnificent shade of chocolate. She blushed a delicate shade of pink and scurried off mumbling her apologies.

I was transfixed by her retreating form and I promised myself I would be the cause of that blush again.

After that, I began coming in more often.

My interest continued to grow as I observed her.

Once, I saw her help a child find his mother and she was treating him so kindly I felt my chest constrict with yearning towards her. No other woman I have ever known would be so kind to a stranger, except my mother and sister.

She had me hooked and she didn't even know it.

I decided to pay more attention and see what I could find out.

So far, I have been coming to this bookstore everyday for a month and I have discovered a few things about the girl I know simply as Bella.

She is incredibly helpful to people even when they don't deserve her kindness. She patiently helps them even if they irritate her, and I can always tell by the small crinkle in between her brows when she's trying not to frown and the slight eye roll once they are gone.

Her co-workers speak to her warmly and they always ask her for help so I know she is a good worker. She is mostly always busy fluttering around everywhere except sometimes I catch her staring off into space. At these times, I wish I could read minds just to know what she's thinking.

I sound infatuated, I know.

Something tells me this girl is beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside with her chocolate brown hair in waves and those gorgeous dark eyes I've only glimpsed at once up close. I tell myself it would be very wrong to walk up to her, bury my fingers in her hair, and stare into her eyes.

My sister Alice tells me I should man up and just talk to her. Oh Alice, patience.

My brother Emmett is starting to think I have no balls, but he doesn't understand that I have seen other men try and fail.

And I cannot be one of them.

She isn't cruel with her suitors. She always blushes my favorite pink on her and bites her lip trying to decide what to do. Meanwhile the guy is always tense, waiting for a response. She always shakes her head though, makes her excuses and walks away.

From my perch in the café, I can never hear what she says and I can only wonder why she always says no.

I'm going to have it figure it out soon because I don't think I'll be able to keep myself from the enchanting Bella much longer.