Disclaimer: All characters and rights belong to Stephenie Meyer.

A/N: First of all, I'm sorry that this is a little later than planned, I've been ill the past few days and just looking at my laptop screen has given me a migraine. Secondly, this chapter is Edward's POV. I have to admit, writing from a guy's perspective is harder than I thought! Please leave your thoughts on this and maybe I'll do some more chapters in EPOV if you like it :)


CHAPTER FOUR (EPOV)

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever" - John Keats

I walked into the office when I got to work. I took my coat off and threw my other shit on one of the red chairs in the office. I headed down the stairs into the main bar to start my shift. The bar is in full swing; like any other Friday night. As I start to serve some of the customers, I'm subconsciously aware that I have a lot of pairs of female eyes on me right now. I ignore it, I've gotten quite used to it. And don't call me an arrogant twat but I can see why they might want to stare. My shift is going relatively smoothly, no fights, a few complaints about the music but there isn't anything I can do about that. I've tried telling Carlisle that the music is shit but he won't do anything about it, I said we needed some live bands or something, he says that it's easier to use the music systems. I ended that conversation with my middle finger.

I wipe down the surface of the bar and restock the ice and some of the empty liquor bottles. I serve a tipsy blonde bimbo with obvious hair extensions, streaky fake tan and a hot pink super-mini mini dress. Why do girls think that it's attractive to look like a Barbie that got bitch slapped by a tangerine? I put the money in the till and turn back around to face the bar.

And that's when I see her.

There I was saying I'm not surprised girls are staring at me like I'm some fucking man-slag hotshot and then I see her and I turn into a fucking marshmallow who's knees are trembling like jelly.

It's crazy. I'm fucking crazy. Ever since that encounter in the supermarket a couple of weeks back, I haven't been able to get her face out of my mind. She drew me in with her sweet blush and warm smile and I was basically doomed from then on. I'm insane, I didn't and still don't even know the girl, yet I feel connected to her. I've never been a believer in fate and all that 'everything happens for a reason' crap. But right now I'm so glad that some psycho somewhere decided to align our stars, or that a bigger power has brought us to the same place; yes, I know I work here, but you get the idea. I'm astonished by her beauty, she's perfect and I am fully aware that I'm ogling her but I just don't give a shit.

She's even more beautiful than I remember. Her skin is glowing and she looks both adorable and sexy at the same time. Her chestnut brown hair is down, framing her creamy coloured face perfectly. One side is clipped back, opening up her complexion and giving me a hint of her flushed cheek. Her enticing chocolate eyes are wide open, edged with thick black lashes. She looks down as I walk over to her and who I assume to be her friends.

Someone very dramatically clears their throat and I tear my eyes away from my goddess. My goddess…that sounds so fucking good.

"Hello?" She drags the word out, sarcasm dripping from her voice "Can we get some drinks?" It was one of my goddess' friends that spoke.

"Er, yes, sorry" I shake my head and clear my throat "What can I get you?"

"I'll have a gin and tonic. Alice?" She looks towards the spiky haired girl.

"Um, a white wine spritzer please"

"Okay, and for you?" I turn to my goddess, it took all my power to speak a coherent sentence without stumbling. She makes me so nervous. I gave myself an internal high five. She looks up at me and blushes. That blush is very delectable.

"Can I, er, bacardi and coke please" her voice is like honey, sweet and warm, and she has a hint of an American accent, it's fucking sexy. Her blush deepens in colour and spreads across her exposed shoulders.

"Sure. Do you want ice?"

"Yes, please" the blonde girl replies,

"Er, yeah, for me too please" my goddess stumbles slightly over her words, so fucking cute. I retrieve two glasses from the overhead shelves and put some ice in them. I pour gin and tonic into one, put a slice of lime on the rim and place it on the bar counter. I make the bacardi and coke and the spritzer, give the spritzer to the black haired girl, who I assume is called Alice, and ask my goddess,

"Lemon or lime?" I shouldn't ask, you're supposed to have lime but I wanted to talk to her again. She just looks up at me with a blank expression on her face.

"Um, sorry?" Her blush rises again. Would it be okay if I just jumped her right here?

"Would you like lemon or lime in your drink?"

"Erm, lime please" My girl knows her drinks.

"Okay" I smile at her, place a wedge of lime on the rim of the glass and hand it over. Her hand grazes my fingers as she takes the drink and I feel a tingle of electricity run through me. It's so clichéd, all that electric, magnetic pull shit that romantic novelists spin into excellent tales. So why am I drawn to this woman as if my life depends on it. As if my life depends on her.

"Thanks" She smiles shyly at me, and I wonder idly if she felt the same bolt of electricity. I doubt it. I stare at her again for what seems like an eternity. Her eyes are so inviting, I want to learn about her, ask her a million and one questions, talk to her all night about crap that no one cares about. I could stare at her for the rest of my life and never get bored. She stares back at me, our eyes locked, like she knows what I'm thinking. The Alice girl interrupts our little staring competition saying,

"I'll get the first round, how much is it?" She looks at me expectantly and I realise that I'm still working. I unwillingly break away from my goddess' gaze and tap the touch screen on the till to put in the cost of the drinks.

"That's £9…69 please" I pick up my head from the gutter and chastise myself for the pause between 9 and 69. Alice hands over the money and I get her change.

"Thank you" She smiles at me, like she knows something. I just smile back and look at my girl again, who's looking at the ground with pink cheeks. I want to put my finger under her chin and tilt her head up so that I can see her gorgeous eyes again. Her friends turn around to go and find a table so she follows. I watch as her hips sway from side to side when she walks. Her ass looks exceptional in those shorts and this time I take no blame for the crude thoughts that fill my mind. She is so fucking beautiful.

I shake my head to gather my thoughts and stop my gazing. I have work to do and I will get fucking sleighed if it's not done, especially because my boss is also my father. Throughout the rest of my shift, I try to focus on the task in hand but I can't help myself and so every once in a while, I steal glances at my girl. I think my ears have tuned themselves to her voice because all I can hear is her. Over the music and the chatter, I hear her harmonious laugh or her cute giggle, and it sends my thoughts to the side of the road once again. The shift goes fairly quickly because of my distraction; in my mind, her brown eyes are watching me, I catch her and she blushes. It's like a fucking video, and all I want to do is repeat it for the rest of eternity.


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