A/N: This chapter is kinda long, with over 3,400 words. We get a blindsided Rob, and maybe the first bit of chemistry?

She pulled up to the store and parked in the street in front of it. She checked her makeup one more time, knowing the next time she'd be in front of this mirror, Robert would be her company. And she couldn't check her makeup in front of him. That was too vain. A fresh coat of powder, lip gloss, mascara and perfume. Gah! She was nervous. She changed the song on her radio to Adam Lambert's 'For Your Entertainment', and hoped she'd given the right balance of information for Edith to come without giving the surprise away. And if she could make that 'prettier than Kristen' comment in front of Robert this time, that would be even better.

She climbed out of her car, rounded to the passenger side, grabbed her bags, closed the door with her foot, and went to the trunk. Popping it open, she threw the bags in, slammed it shut, then entered the store. She knew who she'd spoken to immediately. And she saw the recognition in his eyes, too. He braced himself on the countertop as he looked her over. She gave him a warm smile. He started breathing heavily. She walked to him quickly, genuinely concerned.

"Are you okay?" she asked, trying to contain her worry.

"Just- just a minute," he wheezed. She stepped back, giving him some space, then glanced around for someone to call if things should go bad. Nobody, of course. It would be on her. Maybe she should just leave. She didn't need this stress before a major date. She reached for her phone and held it in her hand, ready to dial, just in case. She stood tense, shifting her weight from right to left, watching the old man. He finally glanced up at her. "Don't worry your pretty head dear, my old heart doesn't do well with shock anymore."

She shook her head, eyebrows drawing together in confusion. "I don't understand." Her hand gripped her phone tightly.

"Take it as a compliment, dear," was all he said. As she continued to hover, Edith came from the back of the store.

"Edith! Thank god." She practically ran to her. "I think he's sick," she told her.

Edith looked at her husband, straight as an arrow behind the counter.

"I think he's fine," she said. Keely whipped around to face the man. He only had a small grimace on his face. She could tell he was hiding it. But she didn't want to cause a conflict if he was trying to hide something.

She accepted it. "Okay, maybe I was mistaken," she said slowly, studying the old man.

Edith grabbed Keely's attention again. "What's so important that you needed to see me?"

"Edith, do you remember our conversation from this morning?"

"Of course I do. What's going on? Is the studio upset about the merchandise you bought?" she asked, worrying.

Keely had to stall. She glanced at the clock above the register. Any minute. "No, nothing like that," she reassured her. "In fact, they loved it," she lied, and led Edith to the aisle of napkins, passing by the front door and glancing outside. Unfortunately it was dark so she probably wouldn't be able to see him anyway. "I just wanted to-" she heard the sound of air brakes being released, and knew. "I just wanted to-" she repeated, leading Edith towards the register. "Remember when you asked if I'd talked to Robert?" Edith nodded, watching Keely. "Well, things went well today," Keely gave a full beautiful smile, and jestured towards the door. Edith turned just as Robert opened the door, the bells above jingling happily.

"Oh my goodness," she fanned herself. She turned to Keely. "I didn't think you would actually-"

"I know, me neither. But I wanted to thank you for the numbers you gave me- if not for them, I'd probably still be scrambling around," she led Edith up to the front counter, and gave Robert one of her best smiles. He staggered back a step, looking like he lost his balance for a second. Did he just reel? It looked like he did. Ha ha. She grabbed a disposable camera from an aisle end cap, then stepped up to Robert. Let's see how this was going to work. She stopped in front of him, between him and Edith, and looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. "Robert, will you please take one picture for me with Edith?" She leaned in and batted her eyelashes slowly. "Please?" She watched him watch her, his grey-blue eyes become unfocused slightly.

"S- sure," he said.

"Thank you," Keely said softly, then gently led him in front of the counter next to the old man still behind the counter, and then brought Edith on the other side of Robert. Once they were set, she stepped back two steps. "Smile!" It was funny - she was the only one not dazed. She grabbed a blank Thank You card from another aisle endcap and stood next to Robert and in front of the old man as she took a pen from the old silver tin can on the counter and flipped the card open. Edith had stood, amazed that Robert Pattinson was standing in her store as Keely wrote a quick note.

Dear Edith and-

She looked up for the man's name

Dear Edith and Jerry,

Thank you for all of your help- look for it in the movie

Twilight Saga: Eclipse, out Wednesday, June 30th, 2009.

In the movie, your suggestions of catering and other

party rental equipment along with the blue and yellow

napkins, table cloths, and plates in the graduation

scene - a crucial scene of the saga- will appear in the movie.

Thank you so much again,

She signed her name, Keely Jo Cook, and then she slid the card and the pen to Robert. "Autograph, please," she said quietly to him. He did as she asked. Keely took the card and slid it in the envelope. On the front, she wrote Jerry and Edith. Standing up, she returned the pen to the can and handed the card to Edith.

"Thank you so much, Edith, Jerry," she said to them. "Hold on to these," she gave Edith the camera. "As proof you met Robert to show to your book club."

"Oh, thank you so much," Edith said, clutching the card and camera close to her chest.

"Thank you." After laying a ten dollar bill pulled from her purse and laying it on the counter, Keely turned to Robert. "Lets go now." He nodded and followed her out of the store. Once in the car, it was then he finally snapped out of his haze.

"What just happened? I thought you needed to buy some things," Robert said, utterly confused.

"I'll explain over coffee," she said, as she started the car. He nodded, and watched her. She grinned when the first lines of the song she'd been listening to floated through the speakers.

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet

You thought an angel swept you off your feet

Well I'm about to turn up the heat

I'm here for your entertainment

She pulled up to the first coffee shop she found, Forks Coffee Shop, parked, and turned off the car. She led the way, until Robert took a couple quick steps to get ahead to get the door for her. She paused, smiled, and said thank you. The second she stepped through the door, all eyes were on them, and the place went silent. The only sound was the foam spouting out into the cup of coffee. She looked around. It was relatively full. There was even a guitarist on the small platform on the other side of the half wall that separated the room from the entry way. The dark wood paneled walls made it feel cozy, and slightly confined, along with the gray carpet on the floor, and the old wooden round tables and chairs filling the room. Ahead of them, on the opposite wall was the coffee bar, along with three girls standing and stairing. They must know. Every person in the room was staring at them. Even the musician had stopped. Wow. Robert really knew how to draw attention to himself.

She leaned back and said to Robert, "You don't get out much, do you?" He shook his head, and she could smell his cologne. It was heaven. A little spice, musk and outdoors. After surveying the room, she spotted an empty round table directly on the other side of the wall where they were standing, up against the right side of the stage. That was perfect. She wondered if she could convince Robert to get up and play 'Never Think'. That would be amazing. Keely took a step towards the counter.

"What would you like? I'll get it for you if you'd like to sit," Robert said, leaning in to her ear. His breath on her ear sent shivers down her spine.

"Anything decaf is fine, thank you."

"Be right back." She nodded and watched him approach the stunned girls behind the bar while she made her way to the vacant table. The musician started playing again, and singing softly. Sitting down, she set her purse on the floor between her chair and the wall, and noticed the table was a little wabbly. Great. She wondered if there was anything more quiet. She looked left, to the bar. Robert was leaning against the refrigerated case, watching her as the girls worked quickly. She gave him another brilliant smile, and he returned it. He was starting to come alive. She noticed the girls behind the bar staring at her too, and she knew they wished they'd payed more attention to their looks before they'd left their house for work that afternoon. She knew she'd be if she were them. Their hair, two blondes and a brunette, all had ratty pony tails, minor makeup but for one blonde, and in old hoodies with torn jeans. Topped off with their stained green aprons, yes, she would have died if he'd walked in and she'd looked like them. She was glad she didn't. The guests in the shop were probably getting whiplash they were looking between Robert and her so quickly. Robert and Keely gazed into each other's eyes until a blonde set the two cups next to him. He straightened, and took the two cups carefully, then made his way to their table. He set hers down in front of her as he sat in the other chair.

"So tell me what happened in the shop. I'm still trying to figure it out," he said quietly, leaning in towards her across the small table.

She smiled. "That's easy," she said, and took a sip of her coffee. "Mmm, it's good. Well, I'll start at the beginning. This morning, my first task of the day was that shop to see what things they had that I needed. Edith, the old lady, was working in the morning when I came in. When I came up to her to pay for the yellow and blue napkins and plates I'd picked for the catering during the shoot, she made a comment. Asked if I was a 'Hollywooder', with the movie. I told her I was, but in a technical way. At first she was a little hostile. Said that some tourists caused trouble, and said it like she was blaming me. But we talked, and I found out she'd read the books, and she liked them. So we started talking about the scene I was working on. I asked her if she had any recommendations for the items I still needed, and she gave me a couple. Then she mentioned you, and how she and her book club members were mostly Team Edward and asked if I'd met you. I told her about our brief encounter this morning-" she paused when he grimaced.

He looked into her eyes again. "About that- that's next," he said. "Continue."

She nodded. "Of course Edith was disappointed- she'd wanted something juicy." Keely smiled. "She said if I'd ever gotten to talk to you again, to bring you around her shop. She helped me out, I needed to kill fifteen minutes, and needed a place to meet. So I called the store on my way in, and her husband Jerry said she wasn't working at the time, so I had to give him a line to bring her in to meet you. When you came, I took the picture, and wrote her a little thank you card, because if it hadn't been for her suggestions, I'd still be out running around, so I felt I owed her. Things fell into place. Anyway, so I did the card, and had you sign it, the cherry on the cake. It was great. I don't think she'll even fully comprehend what happened until tomorrow or when she gets that film developed," Keely finished, then took another sip of her coffee.

"Interesting story," he said, a small smile on his lips. "Very clever and calculating. I don't think I've ever had a photo op and autographed slipped in so sneakily before."

"I'm sorry, that was wrong. I totally used you. Shit," she looked down, ashamed, as her cheeks flooded with heat.

"And now that I think about it, it was entirely your fault," he enjoyed seeing her in this vulnerable state. "If I hadn't been so blindsided by you, I might have paid enough attention to what was happening," he smiled at the top of her head. He sipped his coffee and kept time with the music with his left index finger on the table.

She could hear the smile in his voice, and as soon as his words registered, her head snapped up. "Entirely my fault because I- blindsided you? What is that supposed to mean?" Her voice rose an octive. She watched him grin. Her cheeks flushed.

"Keely, don't get defensive. It was a clever trick. I just complimented you. You're gorgeous. I've never seen anyone like you," he said casually, as if he said it to every girl he met. He watched her over the rim of his cup, her blue eyes searing into his. When she didn't respond, he changed the subject. "About this morning. As I said before, to you earlier, I'm sorry about how I acted. Like I've also said before, you're gorgeous. My tongue ties around you. I think I finally understand how Bella is always dazzled by Edward," he said thoughtfully. She still hadn't said anything, just sitting there listening to him and nursing her coffee. "What are you thinking?"

Keely grinned and shook her head. "I can't get my head around the word 'gorgeous' and you referring to me. I mean, I know I'm decent looking, but coming from you..."

"Okay. Now that those are out of the way, tell me how you came to do what you do, and how you ended up here," Robert asked, finishing his coffee. So she explained her story to him, and how she was one of the few that volunteered to come up to the middle of rainy nowhere to work. As they talked, the coffee shop crowd thinned slowly, none without a final glance at Keely and Robert. Only when the musician got up did Keely notice what time it was.

"Robert, I hate to be the party pooper but-"

"Rob," he interrupted. "Only the elderly really call me Robert," he said with a smile.

"Okay, well, I wanted your permission first." She nodded. "I have to get you back and drive the half hour to La Push to get back here by ten am. As much as I don't want to leave," she sighed and looked into her empty cup.

"It is rather late," he agreed, looking at his watch. Almost eleven. "As much as I don't want to leave," he repeated her words. She looked up into his eyes. "The way I figure, you have two options, both completely up to you. I'm just putting them out there. One, you drop me off at my hotel and you drive by yourself the half hour through the forest to your hotel, and we see each other some other time. Two, you drop me off at my hotel, I get a change of clothes and drive with you to your hotel and we see what happens here," he gestured to the both of them, "and I go with you tomorrow to the house and help out some, seeing as how I don't need to be to makeup until noon."

Keely's jaw dropped slightly. "Let me think," she said. He nodded and her mind began to race. Was he just suggesting that he spend the night with her? How was she supposed to win him over without throwing herself at him the first night? Surely any respectable girl he'd dated didn't give in the first night. But then, that's probably most of what he'd had, and then grown bored because he'd already gotten what he wanted. If she let him go now, she probably wouldn't see him again until the day of the shooting. A whole day and night without him. That would suck, even after only a few hours. She didn't want to do that. Maybe she could bring him over, and he could sleep on her couch or something. The thought of his presence at her cottage, and in the car rides made things a lot brighter. Not to mention work tomorrow. What would he say when things started changing at the house in the morning? Would he contribute or stay in the background? Or what if he played the piano while she worked...that would make up for him not playing the guitar tonight. Just the thought of him at that grand piano playing for her made the rest worth while. "I choose option two," she said finally, with a small smile. "I hope you don't think of me as a- a..." she searched for a word. "Minx," she said quietly. "But just the slightest hope of seeing you sitting at the grand piano at the Cullen house tomorrow makes it all worth while. Everything else is just a benefit."

He raised his right eyebrow. "You would risk me thinking of you as a- minx," he grinned, "to see me sit at the piano tomorrow? Not even play?" When Keely nodded her head, he laughed. "I have to admit, that's a different way of seeing the evening." He stood, waiting for Keely to grab her purse. "The thought of you actually being a minx hadn't crossed my mind, not even after I offered option number two. I just didn't want to not know when I'd see you next," he admitted, escorting her out of the coffee shop, around the girl vacuuming.

"That's what I thought too, but I know I'd see you while you'd be shooting the scene there. If I'd get to talk to you, I don't know. Probably not though." They stopped on the sidewalk and faced each other. "Along with about three other reasons," she told him.

"Exactly," he smiled at her. "Let's go. I'm anxious to see this place you like so much to be so far. I'll tell you the hotel."

"Okay."

A/N: Oooooo, he's going to her place. Will she be able to resist him? I know I couldn't! And I would love to see him sit at a piano too. She's so lucky. I'm glad he digs her enough to continue on with the evening, otherwise it'd be a lot more chapters until we get them alone, and I'm impatient! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed. The next chapter, well, it's them alone. What else can I say?