Wow. This is the only word to accurately describe my state of mind. Every ounce of breath I had held was effectively leaving my body in a whoosh sound, almost like I had been punched in the stomach. Who is that girl my body was shouting at me. I needed to know, immediately.

I had come into the tiny diner of this seemingly insignificant town. It was old and 50's style with teal sparkly plastic covered seats, something straight out of a movie. I had just moved here, to Forks, Washington. I'm a writer and this seemed like it could be a safe haven for me. I had come here to find peace in a sleepy town, escape the distractions of big city life. This was my first night in Forks and I was entirely too lazy to unpack anything that wasn't absolutely essential. My kitchen was not essential. Since I lived outside of town, I drove down to check things out. I found the lone diner just off the main highway and decided that it would be the perfect solution to my previous laziness. I walked in and grabbed the only plastic covered booth left in the place.

Observing my surroundings, I noticed how friendly everyone seemed to be with one another. Small town life was new to me so I was desperately searching for something that I could relate to.

That's when I saw the chestnut waterfall. Her hair called out to me, making me want to run my fingers through it. Was it as soft as it looked? I'm not even sure that would be possible. She turned around, leaving behind the table full of men she had been talking to. I'm back to where I started now: breathless.

This girl, woman really, moved with a gentleness I hadn't seen before and her smile was ridiculously inviting. I watched intently as she ran from table to table. She hid her stress well, only visible in those smooth, chocolate brown eyes. As she carried a coffee pot back to a table, she stumbled and her cheeks flushed. It was beautiful and I couldn't help but smile to myself.

The next thing I knew, the apparently clumsy beauty was coming towards my table. Panic stricken, I diverted my eyes from hers, trying to regain my ability to think coherently. When I looked back at her a half second later, her brilliant smile was threatening to overtake me again. I forced myself to listen to her rushed words.

"I'm so sorry about the wait, sir! I'm all alone tonight and I feel like a mad woman! Anyway, I'm Bella. Do you know what you would like to drink?" Finally, she took in a deep breath, never letting her smile falter.

Bella. What a perfect name for her. I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my mouth as I listened to her ramblings. She was adorable, and endearing.

"I'll just take some water. No lemon please," I told her, smiling pleasantly.

Her eyes widened a bit when I spoke and she seemed to freeze. Her head shook slightly as she cleared it and her throat.

"Water, no problem. Do you need a few minutes to decide what you want?" she asked.

I almost said "I know exactly what I want," but decided that might be too forward.

"Just a few minutes would be great," I informed her instead.

She nodded slightly and stood there for a second, a small smile and her eyes were dancing. I was enthralled with her. It took what seemed like hours, really only a few seconds, and she was running off again. Did she like what she saw in me too? I could only hope. I had to know what I wanted when she came back. I couldn't be a bumbling idiot. A hamburger was as good as anything. I don't think I'll eat much now anyways; I'll be too busy trying to get this girl, Bella, to say yes to a date.

Before I knew it she was back with my water, beaming at me.

"Have you decided yet?" she asked. She looked almost anxious as she waited for my order.

"Um…yeah. I'll just take a burger and fries," I mumbled. I sounded like an idiot.

"Sure, no problem." She lingered at my table again for a few seconds before disappearing again.

We had some kind of weird chemistry going. I didn't know what it was but I liked it. I watched her bounce from table to table, learning little things about her. The way she tucked her hair behind her ear, how she stumbled over her own feet every so often, and the smile she had that didn't touch her eyes. I wondered why that was. I wondered if I could make her eyes smile.

I shook my head and dragged myself out of my thoughts as she put my plate down.

"Here you go," she said. She was avoiding my eyes with her own. Maybe she felt the crazy spark too. Bella didn't seem this nervous or anxious with any other table in here.

My hand gently grazed hers as her hand left my plate. All I could manage was a whisper, "Thanks."

She whispered back, sounding a bit strangled, "You're welcome." She cleared her throat and her question came out in an almost normal sounding voice.

"Did you need anything else?"

I just shook my head, my eyes still locked on her. Bella refused to look at me. I managed a breathy "No thanks," and she stumbled off.

I stared at my food, dumbfounded. No other woman had ever had this kind of effect on me. She stole glances at me as she moved around the tiny diner. The sky darkened outside and there were less and less people in here with me. Less people meant fewer distractions, which was fine with me. I think I could have watched her for days.

My food was ice cold by now, I had been here for hours it seemed. Bella would come by and refill my water, but we didn't speak. Still just stolen glances were exchanged. Nine o'clock rolled around and she walked up to my booth timidly.

"Um, sir, we are closing now. Sorry."

"Oh, of course," I replied, coming out of my daze slightly.

"Would you like a to go box?" she asked, eyeing my plate of barely nibbled food.

"No, no that's okay. Sorry I stayed so late. Have a good night Bella."

"You too," she squeaked out.

I stood up to leave and she just watched me. I had a quick thought that stopped me at the door.

"Oh Bella," I called out, glancing over my shoulder at her.

She turned her widened eyes to me, looking at me for the first time since she had taken my order.

"My name is Edward."

Leaving her with only my name, I walked back to my car and drove home in a trance.

I even don't even know her name
But I can't stop feeling
She says that she feels the same
And I can't stop feeling
And if you let me try to tonight
You just might see that I'm
Falling