Disclaimer: As always, all rights to Twilight belongs to Stephanie Meyer and all rights to Dear Santa belongs to the creators and writers, I am merely playing with the plot.
Authors Note: Thank you to everyone for all you're reviews, I truly and deeply appreciate it.
Previously: He said "Okay. It's nice of you to be here. They really appreciate it. I'll be out front, why don't you stick with me 'til you're a little more comfortable. Okay? My name is Edward."
He stared at her expectantly. Shaking her head with thoughts of this gorgeous man in front of her she said. "I'm Isabella. Bella, for short." He smiled and replied "Well, thank you again for coming," he handed her a hair net, "here. We have to do something about you hair. Come through the doors when your done." He walked away leaving her to stare stared at the hair net letting out a small squeak.
After finally securing the hairnet she followed through as Edward had pointed out. Taking in all the people she smoothed out her apron hearing Edward call out "Hey! Bread duty." Slowly Bella made her way over to the counter picking up a pair of tongs. As a man in a blue beanie with a long white beard came down the line Bella let out a startled "Hi." The lady continued walking she yelled out "Wait! You forgot your bread," using her hand to put the roll on the tong.
The man walked back wary, "Unless you don't eat carbs like I don't especially whole wheat. It makes me feel so bloated! But you don't have to worry about that do you?" She trailed off "Here's some extra." Loading the mans bowl with rolls. Edward said "Okay. Okay. Enjoy your meal Greg," he heaved a sigh "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Just remember underneath it all their just like you and me… except not as fussy about the carbs."
He turned away and helped another woman as she came down the line, Bella just stared unabashedly. He turns toward her once more and said "bread. Some bread," he prompted. Bella said "Oh. Right." "With the tongs." Edward said softly. She put the bread on her tong before handing the bread to the lady saying, "Enjoy your meal." With a soft smile on her face.
Finally dinner session was came to a close as Bella heaved a cast iron pot, tottering on her heels into the sink gaining the attention of a man in a pink chefs hat and smock. He was somewhat tan and muscular. He smirked saying "Honey, you better soak that pot or else you're gonna scrub away that manicure."
Bella walked up to the man in the pink smocked man. He stuck out his hand in introduction "Seth Clearwater. Chef extraordinaire."
Taking his hand limply she replied "Isabella Swan."
Seth said excitedly, "you have got to try this." He grabbed a spoon, turned to his pot and brought her a spoonful. Bella nervously tasted, closing her eyes bracing herself for something potentially disastrous. When the stew touched her lips she was pleasantly surprised. "Mmm. This is delicious." He smiled. "It better be. I spent four years at culinary school." Bella was no longer paying attention as she spotted Edward in the distance.
Seth noticing her stare he smirked and said "Edible isn't he? And he's a real doll. Poor dear works double time between his job, taking care of his kid, and he still makes time for us." Bella turned to him and asked "How long has he been a volunteer?"
"Volunteer?" Seth questioned "Oh no, no, no. He runs this place. It was his wife's project before she died. He promised her he would keep it going, and knowing that doll he would do what ever he could to keep that promise."