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"Look at me!" The sexy velvety voice spoke, and it was that type of tone that demanded I follow orders. Instead, I looked out of the window of the cafe. I don't have to listen to anyone hear. Why should I follow Mr. Velvety? What was it with this man? Why follow me to hear? Why sniff my hair? And be pretty much my shadow for five or ten minuets. Then invade my space some more.

What a fan-freaking-tastic way to start my first full day in New York City. First the creepy Demetri, now Mr Velvety Stalker, that can't; if I'm correct, seem to handle being ignored. Well tough luck buddy.

I picked up my coffee and took a sip; keeping my eyes locked onto the street before me, people dressed in all kinds of gear from office, posh, ghetto and gothic type. I loved it and all the different nationalities too.

I love it because it's so different compared to my mundane home town of Forks, Washington where everyone was pretty much the same, dressed similar, and new everything, pretty much about each other. Hear, everyone had their own stories. Even HIM sitting opposite me - Mr Sniffer-Velvety-Stalker.

I could just see his reflection in the glass, well the side his face, as he continued to not remove his gaze from my facade; and the one thing that stood out to me the most is his green eyes, that shone through the glass window of the cafe.

His gaze, never faltered from my face, and it made me shift with unease slightly. Placing my cup back down, I slowly raise my gaze to his.

I am met with, said intense green, and my whole world felt like it had just shifted. Like flushing a toilet, the contents, or in this case, everything around me seemed disappear and all I could see is his green eyes, gazing back at me. Why me? I wondered, as I seemed to be stuck, locked within his green gaze.

I felt spell bound, dazed, my hole body felt like it is on another planet. The spell was broken by the clearing of a throat, and something hitting hard wood, with a gentle thud.

I blinked, and turned to look out the window. Confused as to what just took place. It felt like tiny, thousands of little threads and needles are tying me to this man. Centering my world with his, locking us together with fine threads, the needles cementing the connection. So strange. I will probably never see this man again, and it surprised me with how much that thought hurt.

I glanced back over to see if he was still there, and to my surprise he is, his emotions has shifted though, not so intense, but I can't place it either.

"Why are you sat hear with me?" I ask him. Turning to glance back out the window, picking my coffee up and drinking it, fearing the answer.

"Your scent, is the most mouth watering and beautiful scent I've ever had the pleasure of being close to, and it's just as beautiful as it's owner. Edward Cullen by the way."

Sorry for the short chapter, but this one wouldn't budge past Edward introducing himself.