A/N:Thank you to everyone who has reviewed my story :) it makes me shoo happy!!! Also to you guys who have added me to your favorites and alerts.... like really?! :D *does a little happy dance* Ah, I could keep saying thanks, but I won't go overboard haha.

Sorry this is short :( the 4th Chappy is coming soon (tomorrow or the next day) and should be a decent length :) hoo-rah!

Disclaimer: Twlight isn't mine :( boooo....


EPOV

"Dude, you need to sell that on E-bay. You would make a fortune!"

"Emmett, I can't do that. I'm not one to take advantage of a drunken girl... unlike some other people I know." Edward smiled and nudged his right elbow into his friends ribs. Emmett bent over a little, faking a pain as if Edward broke a rib, and the carrots that he was cutting started toppling onto the floor. Edward's laugh echoed through the kitchen and the other chef's started catch the laugh disease that he caused.

"Dude, not funny! The boss is gonna kill me if he sees perfect carrots in the trash! And there is no five second rule here in this kitchen."

"What about ten then?" Edward kept laughing as he watched his best friend struggle to pick up the carrots and discreetly bury them in the trash.

"Oh yeah…" Emmett yelled from across the kitchen to his buddy. "I have never taken advantage of a drunken woman." The kitchen staff all erupted from this statement, all recalling stories that they had heard from night's out at the bars. "Hey, you all can just shut your mouths!" he yelled, staring them all down and pointing his knife at them, almost looking like a stupid pirate trying to round up the crew. This just caused more laughter as he walked back to where he was working.

"Aw, don't look so bummed… it's okay to have that quality. I mean, it's not like you're ever sober when it happens. Who knows, maybe it's the lass who's actually taking advantage of you?"

"You just think you're so funny and clever, don't you?" Emmett asked, not amused at his laughter. "Don't think that English accent fools me, dude, just be thankful I still want to be your friend."

"But you do still want to be my friend now, don't you? And I don't think I'm clever and funny… I know I am!"

"Ha ha. Anyways, what are you going to do with the jacket? I mean, this is New York City, Edward, center of the fucking universe. There is absolutely no fucking way that you'll be able to find her and give it back. Might as well make some money off of it."

"Well, unfortunately, the mean tactics of Americans hasn't quite entered my system yet. I guess I'm just going to keep it until I can return it to it's rightful owner," Edward said as he started untying his apron and getting ready to go on his break. He was walking toward the exit with the jacket in his hand.

"You and your English people, always trying to play the knight in shining armor! Well, you're not! Don't kid yourself, dude!" Emmett yelled as Edward was turning the corner, only to see Edward's middle finger at last sight.

Edward sat down at the bench outside of his restaurant. Well, it wasn't his, but he liked to pretend that it was. Danny was the head chef at Prime, which was claimed New York City's number one American cuisine restaurant in the New York Times.

Edward was Su Chef at the restaurant, and had become Danny's shadow over the past four years. He had gone to a prestigious cooking school when he lived in England, and was relieved when someone in New York finally took him into their restaurant. Edward would have become homeless in Grenwich Village if he didn't find a job. Now he was living comfortably, or as comfortable as you can be for a twenty five year old bachelor in the liveliest city in the world.

He looked down and noticed he was holding the jacket like he was protecting it. He inspected it the previous night, looking at how it was worn and faded where the zipper was, and on the seams of the shoulders. It wasn't stiff like a lot of other leather jackets. It was very used, and very cared for. He brought it close to his face and smelled it. What remained was the scent lavender and a hint of smoke from the bar.

Did she go to this bar frequently? Where did she live exactly? If he went back maybe he would see her again? He could call the taxi cab to try and find which one picked her up and where it traveled to. What was she doing there? Was she an alcoholic? Did she even like the Red Sox? That bar is famous in New York for being a Boston fan bar. All these questions ran through his mind. He couldn't really put his finger on why. A girl had never entered his mind like this before, had never intrigued him like this before. If he didn't have her jacket would he still feel this way?

Maybe that's it, Edward told himself as he took a swig of his water. Maybe I'm compelled because I have something of hers. Maybe this will all be over when I get rid of the jacket and give it back to her. He basketball shot his water bottle into the nearest recycling bin and opened the door back inside the classy steakhouse.

"Emmett, you remembered to tell Danny that we need tomorrow night off, right?" Edward asked once he got out back, opening the fridge and chugging milk out of the container.

"Um….. maybe, sort of, kinda not. Sorry dude, but he likes you better! Just call him up right now, he'll be cool with it!"

"Damn, you scaredy cat lazy Americans! Thanks a lot, Em!" He pulled out his Blackberry and dialed his boss' number, hoping he would be okay with this.

He and Em needed to make this gig, it was a new venue and they heard celebrities are around there all the time. They could actually make it if they tried, but Edward also knew that he had to decide, his music career or his cooking career?

He ran his hand through his hair and let out a deep breath as he heard his boss' line ring.