Isabella
After I left Angela at work I went to Café-teria and saw Emmett was sitting down at our special VIP seats with Alice. I was going super fast because I didn't want Alice to make a big fuss about it.
But I ran head-smack into an ice-cold someone, again.
"Ouch," I whimpered as I clutched my head. I didn't really hurt but I had to make it seem that way if I was going to pretend to be human.
"So we meet again," A familiar velvet voice snarled.
"Nice bumping in to you," I muttered sarcastically as he raise his eyebrows. "No pun intended," I mumbled. He finally got it, I was joking.
"Well, you better watch where you're going. Bad things could happen to you," He said as he stared me down like I did at my store. I stared him down as I tried to make him look away.
"These little staring contests are getting quite childish, how old are you like nineteen?" Rhetorical questions, absolutely hate them, but I know my way around them.
"What are you seventeen? Because I am twenty-two." I asked as I tried not to stutter.
"Twenty-three," He said.
"See ya'" I mumble before I turn and leave, but then I feel my hand being tugged behind and I turn around and he is like ten centimeters away from me.
"Doubt it," He says and I turn to leave. I head straight to the VIP table to where Alice is sitting.
"Ok, who was that?" Alice asks as she stares at the bronze-haired boy.
"I don't know… I just call him bronze-haired boy because I always bump into him and he has bronze hair." I say and I start to drink from a coffee cup that shows it belongs to neither Alice nor Emmett.