A/N: Enjoy.
BPOV
When I was a little girl, I wanted to be a cook more than anything.
I still do, actually.
But I'm really close to my goal. I mean, I'm practically an assistant chef, except for the fact that I'm a waitress. But still, I've learned a lot while working at the little café called Bon Appétit in Port Angeles. Whenever I mention my lost dreams of being a chef to my friend and roommate, Alice, she always starts a long talk about how one day I will be a chef and I will own my own restaurant and make millions before retiring to a lazy life of sleeping on a hammock in Hawaii. But then she started talking about her date with Edward.
Edward, the love of my life.
Edward, with his bronze hair and his cute smile and-
"Hello, earth to Bella! The coffee is ready, and so are the cupcakes!" Jasper said, waving in front of my face.
I grabbed his hand. "How many times have I asked you not to do that?" I snapped, grabbing the coffee angrily.
"I thought I was an assistant chef, not you. And waitresses listen to assistant chefs." He smirked.
I scowled at him and marched off to give the first customer his breakfast.
As I placed the food in front of him, I gave a brisk smile.
"Bon Appétit."
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