Disclaimer: Character rights belong to Stephanie Myers.

BPOV

"Bella, over here," Jessica waved me over, her curly brown hair barely contained under the black beanie. I gave a smile watching a goofy grin spread across her face. Jessica has been my best friend for years, and while we're completely different, she keeps me sane most days. I walked through the rain following her inside the small hole in the diner wall. I would have never found this place.

"What's good here?" I questioned removing my black button up coat, placing it on the back of the stool. The diner was nice, small and quite, the perfect place to study. There were paintings hung along the walls, and a quote that read, Wine a bit, you'll feel better. Hey, it made me chuckle.

"Everything," Mike answered my question getting up from the table, wrapping his arms around me. "Seriously the cooks amazing. I can't believe you've never been here. It's the go to study place, you should see this place on Friday nights. It's filled with college kids, books open on the table, pencils scattered," he shared the mental image making me snicker before I actually sat down. Basically like Starbucks. Only they serve food here.

"Seriously Bella, do you live under a rock?" Jessica questioned sitting cross legged at the table. "The waitress will be with us shortly," she said motioning for me to sit. People made Jessica nervous when they just stood around. "Oh did you hear that Macy Jackson is dropping out?" Jessica was always quite the gossip. I gave a low hm sound giving her all the motivation she needed to start rambling. I, however, wasn't actually listening.

This diner reminded me so much of home. Like I was sitting in my mother's kitchen, at the breakfast bar watching her cook. There's just a homey feeling this diner offers, something you probably wouldn't get at any other place in New York. Most of the places here are upscale, expensive, and the people are rude. Just the New York vibe I suppose. But this place, was different.

"What can I get for you crazy kids, today?" An older woman questioned walking up to the table. She had shoulder length bronze hair, curled to perfection.

"The usual for Mike and I," Jessica said taking out her books. "Bella?" I hadn't even gotten a chance to look over the menu and somehow they expected me just to rattle off my order. I bit my lip giving the menu a once over before glancing at the waitress.

"What's good?" A smile tugged at her lips as she placed the pen down. "I've never been here before," I admitted sheepishly letting a blush spread across my face.

"The Mushroom Ravioli is my personal favorite." I gave her a nod handing her the menu. "To drink?"

"Cheapest wine you've got," I said with a smile as she scurried off dropping off the order to the chef. "So what the Professor was saying about the Edgar Allen Poe poem..." I started off explaining the meaning of the poem to her. Nine times out of ten when we studied it was just me explaining to Jessica English class. I mean, it's not like she could help me in any of my classes. She didn't take any of the same classes besides English.

"So why couldn't the teacher explain it like that?" Jessica questioned slamming her book shut. She took an angry bite of her salad. I could practically see the steam coming out of her ears. "Maybe because he's a dinosaur and talks like he's in the 1500's." I tuned her out about the time the Diner doors opened and a man walked in. Normally most men didn't catch my attention, sure I had a fling here and a fling there. but no one really peaked my interest.

This man, however, got my interest right away. He walked up to the breakfast bar taking a seat ignoring everyone in the diner. He had that sexy 'I just rolled out of bed' look, his bronze hair tousled. His stride was lazy, confidant, like he knew he was the hottest thing in the room. Don't even get me started on those piercing green eyes, they were magnificent. I was shamelessly drooling over him. The realization came over me when his eyes met mine making me turn away immediately my cheeks flushing scarlet red.

"Bella, are you listening to me?" Jessica snapped impatiently dragging me back into reality. I hadn't heard a word she was saying, usually I at least tried to keep up with what she was blathering about, but the second he walked in, everything else seemed to disappear.

"Sorry, what was that?" She rolled her eyes hinting at her annoyance.

"A hot guy walks in - no offense Mike - and you suddenly go off to another world. I haven't seen any guy get your attention like that," she whispered the last part, low enough so only Mike and I could hear it. I shot Jessica a slight glare before she continued babbling. "Go get his number, or I might just do it. You know Angela really could use a boyfriend." Jessica was only joking, Mike would probably take a bullet before he let Jessica, his girl friend, go get a guys number. Especially when the guy looked more like a God.

"When are you going to stop daring me to do things?" I raised my eyebrow grabbing the black button up coat slinging it over my arm. Jessica needed to learn, dares didn't typically scare me, if you dared me to do something, I was going to do it. She liked throwing dares my way she didn't think I would be able to handle. I walked over to the breakfast bar taking a seat next to the man.

"Can I get another glass of wine?" I questioned the waitress. The man only glanced at me raising an eyebrow. I noticed him eye me up and down before the waitress got back. I licked my lips grabbing a pen out of my purse and a napkin chugging the glass of wine. I scribbled my number down sliding it in front of the man. "I'll be waiting," I whispered walking back to Jessica.

"Giving him your number doesn't count," Jessica pouted once we stepped outside.

"You never said how I had to get his number, you just told me to get it," I said glancing at my phone. "Just wait for it," I said slipping the phone in my pocket as we walked down to East Street, a club we spent too many Friday nights in.

EPOV

"I'll be waiting," she whispered her voice sounding a bit rough as she walked out. I looked down seeing the number in front of me. I noticed her right when I walked through the doors, unlike her I wasn't as obvious about it. I was calm, cool, and collected. I walked right past her without her even noticing the way I looked her up and down. I gave a light smirk watching her walk out the door to meet up with her friends before returning my attention to the waitress, Esme. She also happened to be my mother.

"How's the business going?" I questioned her stuffing the number into my pocket. I had every intention of texting her as soon as I was done here. The thing about my family is that if you are so much as caught with your phone at the dinner table your phone will go into a bucket full of water. Literally, it's happened to me several times.

I didn't keep up with this side of the family business all that much. I was in the line of work that Carlisle did, where it wasn't all rainbows, and fancy desserts. You see, Carlisle, my father, has a different kind of business. Carlisle is head of the mafia in New York, he owns almost every club in town, and knows all the wrong people.

I fell into the family business.

"We're getting real hip with the college students." Hip? Since when did Esme say hip? Alice must be trying to teach her how to keep up with the kids. Alice, my sister, was always trying to teach Esme and Carlisle how to talk to the teenagers. Most of the time they didn't keep up, which was fine by me. They sounded like morons when they tried anyways.

Our family is very close knit. Family dinners every single Sunday, no exceptions. Trust me, I've tried to get out of it, and they ended up coming over to my house with a five course meal. It's not like I typically like family nights all that much, after all no one else is exactly alone at these events.

There's Rosalie and Emmett, the couple that is fueled off of passion. I swear to God one minute they're screaming at each other and the next minute they're fucking. It's insane. There's Alice and Jasper, who are just obviously perfect for one another. They literally ran into each other on the streets of New York, and just never left each others side. I, on the other hand, was always alone.

"I was thinking," Esme announced interrupting my thoughts hanging up her apron. "I know you don't like me meddling in your personal life, but maybe I could set you up on a date? Tanya is coming into town." At least this time she offered a name. The last time she tried to set me up on a blind date she hadn't even given me her names.

"And that would be my cue." I hopped off the bar stool kissing her on the cheek. "I appreciate the thought." Esme was more worried about me finding love than anyone else seemed to be. Alice said it would happen unexpectedly, and it would be the love of a life time. Rosalie said that one day I would just see someone and know it was the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with.

Both options seemed absurd to me.

"Still waiting?" I texted the girl from the diner. The only indication she gave me of her name was B. I put her under my phone as Beauty before getting into the car. The name wasn't wrong, the girl was a definite bomb shell. Her chestnut brown hair fell into perfect ringlets, just below her perfect sized breasts, and don't even get me started on that ass.

"Of course handsome," she responded before I even started the car.

"So, what r u waiting for?" I couldn't help asking the question. She'd done something a girl hadn't done to me in a long time; she captured my attention.

A big fat huge thank you to Flight2013, my beta reader. You're in for a wild ride(:

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