Okay so I decided to update this one before my other stories because I need to jot down my ideas before I lose them.

And omg amazing reviews. I'm usually good with depressing things. Hehe.

Btw. Bella can be mean in here. As you read on…you'll notice how much she hates her boss and well…pretty much everyone who's doesn't deserve to be liked. :)

Chapter 2-

Fred finally left after a few more disturbing stares and after I tried to hold in the small lunch that I had.

The phone rang for the umpteenth time today and I went to pick it up, knowing no one else would.

"Grill, can I help you?"

Just then, coming through the door, was a man that had to match the voice on the phone earlier. I couldn't even describe him, when I looked back to the guest check-nervous to make eye contact-it was too late. I lost it already.

"Mam!" The whiny voice was screeching through the other line.

"Oh. Yes?" I answered, still looking down.

"I said, do you guys deliver," she asked, irritated at my delayed response.

I made the mistake of looking back up at the mysterious man who was gazing at the painting of Portugal on the wall.

"Uh-no. We don't." I said then quickly hung up.

Do we deliver? Where am I? Who am I?

What was going on?

"Bella!" I snapped my head up the same time the seraph did to look at Rob who yelped my name. "Who was that?"

Crap. I couldn't tell him that I accidently lied to a customer. "Wrong number." I avoided eye contact with the hippo and put my attention back to…him.

"Can I help you?" I said in a sweet voice which I usually masked but it came off natural this time.

He was gazing at Rob still, a bit confused-I'm assuming he heard the tone Rob used toward me.

He tore his attention away from my personal Satan to look at me, and approach the counter.

I couldn't help but notice how his eyes seemed to relate to a sea green and I felt myself vanishing in them, suddenly confused of who I was again.

"Yes," his divine voice told me and proving my predictions right about him being the man on the phone. "I'm here to pick up an order-"

"Edward," I interrupted him without noticing then quickly smashed my hand against my lips. I noticed him smile a bit-looking too faultless in this revolting place. I regained my composure and spoke again. "Well, you're the only one who placed a pick-up…so far." I managed.

"Well, that is, if you still want my address," Edward said, chuckling softly.

His words didn't digest until after a few moments so I ended up laughing at that point, which made me look psychologically slow.

I made my way over to the pickup ledge and grabbed the bag with the cheeseburger inside while ripping off the ticket.

I quickly rang up the order, wanting to show off a bit, but I ended up ringing 600.00 instead of 6.00. Therefore, with tax, it ended up looking like 642.00.

"Damnit!" I muttered quietly, careful that Rob wouldn't hear.

Edward noticed my frustration because he finally let out the laugh he was keeping in. "This cheeseburger better be worth all that money," I looked up at him to see that he was teasing. Especially since he winked.

I had an uncanny sensation go through me. My skin was blistering all of a sudden and I felt lightheaded. Woah. Could he really do that to me?

"Er-sorry. It's 6.42," I said, not trying to ring it up again.

I saw him pull out a ten and was already getting the change for him.

"No, no." He stopped me with a shake of his head. "Keep the change." He flashed a toothy grin my way which made my knees weak.

I went to receive the money, including the enormous tip and his hand brushed lightly against mine in the process.

Ugh. His hands were so smooth. They felt almost as smooth as his hair looked.

"Have a good weekend," I said, pulling my hand back. Wait! It's Monday. "I mean…you know," crap what day is it again… "Monday. Have a good Monday." I smiled helplessly and concentrated on putting the bill into the register.

"You too." I heard him say softly.

I looked up a few moments later-but he was gone.

I sighed and leaned on the counter, wiping off the thin sheet of sweat on my forehead.

What was wrong with me? I was acting like a total hold back.

"Keep that up and you'll be out of here for good," Adam whispered behind me-probably not wanting to give Rob any ideas.

He made me jump a little, which wasn't good for my heart rate. "Keep the shriveled people waiting and you'll be out of here for good," I retorted.

"Ah, love at first sight-such a beautiful thing," Adam went on.

"Pshh," I focused on the credit card machine-hiding my eyes from the delight.

Adam grabbed the red bag filled with food and leaned in to say one last thing quietly to me. "Too bad he's like twenty five," he chuckled and burst out the door, shattering my hopes to the sticky tile.

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A/N-Bella's a wreck! She can't even contain herself in front of the human angel!

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