I'd seen her twice at the laundromat and made the command decision that laundry night would now be Fridays. I only decided this after checking her ring finger, no need to change shit up for naught.

A new washer had been delivered to my condo a week ago but there was no hot brunette holding wet panties in my laundry room. So I continued to venture out and pay to do a load of clothes.

She was reading on a kindle, obviously slightly embarrassed for showing off her pink lacy things, and didn't notice my approach.

"Hey."

Her large brown eyes met mine shock and horror written all over her face.

"Awww damn." I heard her mutter.

"Mind if I -" Using my hand I made a sweeping gesture of the empty bench beside her.

"No. Not at all." She shoved a stray strand of dark hair behind her ear. "Go ahead, make yourself at home."

"I'm Edward."

"Bella."

"Nice to meet you, Bella." Eying her kindle I smiled. "What are you reading?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing?"

"Well, nothing as notable as The Kite Runner." She nodded at the book in my hands. "Not that I haven't read it, well, I haven't read Kite Runner, but I've read other books of substance. Just because a girl likes to indulge in a little romantic novel at the laundromat doesn't mean she's a lazy reader."

Totally amused by her long rambling explanation, I stared, transfixed on the way her upper lip curled off to the right when she pursed her lips.

"Hey, no judgment from me. I too partake in some lazy reading from time to time. I have a real fondness for comic books."

"Oh good." She rolled her eyes as she avoided my gaze.

"So, as cheesy at this is about to sound, do you come here often?"

Bella stared at me for a moment and then busted out laughing.

"Oh yeh, that was high on the cheese meter." She made like she was wiping tears from her eyes and smiled. "Friday night is my hot date night. Me, my kindle, and as you saw, my underwear."

My dryer buzzed and I silently cursed myself for having started before she got here.

"That's me."

"Okay."

"It was nice to meet you, Bella."

"You too, Edward."

I moved to stand, my book dangling from my fingers.

"Maybe I'll see you next Friday. I'll be the guy reading Spiderman."

This brought another soft laugh to her lips.

"I'll be the one reading War and Peace."

I whistled low. "Well damn, I better bring a few comics to compete with that."


A/N
This story is going to be very short chapters that take place over the course of many Friday nights at the Laundromat. Strictly conversations and observations between two strangers as a friendship and perhaps something more, blooms.

It is intended to be short and to the point.

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