I sighed and glanced down at the gold wristwatch on my arm. It was refined and elegant, like everything else I owned. He was late, and I was annoyed. I had never tolerated tardiness, especially in my photographers.
"Miss Hale?" I heard from behind me. I turned, only to see a large, well muscled man standing there, a large grin on his face. He extended his hand to me. I looked at it, then at him.
"You are Mr. Cullen, I presume?" I asked, ignoring the proffered hand. "I hope that in the future, you can strive to be a bit more punctual. My time is a valuable thing, and the magazine pays you by the hour, I can imagine." I looked around for the maître d'. When he approached, I simply said "Two for Hale, please." As he escorted us to our seats, I glanced around the restaurant. Everyone was staring, of course. It's not every day you see Rosalie Hale, super model, walking past your table in a restaurant. I kept my expression cool and professional. Internally, however, I reveled in the attention.
I sat as the maître d' held the chair for me. I waited as Mr. Cullen.. what was his first name again? Something strange. Aahh, yes, Emmett, slid into his chair across the table from me. He still had a grin on his face. He looked the part of an eager schoolboy that was up to no good.
"So, Mr. Cullen," I began.
"Emmett. Mr. Cullen is my father's name." He grinned at me as he opened the menu.
"Alright then," I continued after I frowned at his interruption. "Emmett. I am told by my agent that you are the best photographer in the world right now. Is this true?"
Emmett nodded and gave her another grin. "That's what they tell me anyways. They also told me that you're the best model in the world right now." He leaned towards me over the table. "Is that true, Miss Hale? If so, then we should be a match made in Heaven."
I looked at him, than glanced down at the menu. "That is doubtful, Mr. Cullen, but yes, I am the top model in the world right now, according to my agent." I could feel eyes on me from every angle, but I dutifully ignored them.
The waiter appeared beside our table then, and I glanced up briefly as he asked for my order. "I'll have the chicken Caesar salad, please, and a glass of water." I looked up at Emmett as he ordered a rather large cheeseburger with fries and a Coke. I cocked an eyebrow at him after the waiter walked away. "You keep eating like that, and you're going to have a heart attack in five years."
Emmett leaned forward across the table. "I will have you know, Miss Hale, that my father is a doctor, and he has given me a clean bill of health." He winked at me, the smirk still on his face.
Time to get down to business. I took a sip of my water and looked at Emmett. "Tell me, Mr. Cullen, how you're going to make this the best photo shoot of my career."