Emmett's Point Of View

Ever since meeting Rosalie at 21, I knew that if I didn't ask her out, I would be an idiot. I mean, the girl was hot. And a lingerie model to boot. How could I possibly resist?

So when I finally asked her out, she said sure, why not. I honestly wasn't very surprised. I mean, I am good looking if I do say so myself. I may not be a model, but I was a billionaire. And do the math. Two gorgeous people getting together. Imagine how our children would look.

So here I am now, sitting alone at a private table for two at Nobu. I know that a guy going to a sushi restaurant may seem a little gay, but hey, Rosalie mentioned that she loves this place so how could I not take her here? Plus I do here that they do food other than just sushi, so I'm sold.

We both agreed to meet at Nobu at 8.30. I know that girls are usually late for dates, but 45 minutes late? Really?

As I was about to order a glass of bourbon, Rosalie walks in looking gorgeous. Her hair is down, she's wearing a strapless dress thing, and heels that make her legs look edible. And, as expected, every guy takes notice. I was about to beat up every single one of them until I remembered that she was here with me.

When she finally reached our table, I stood up, walked over to her side of the table and pulled her chair out. While I may have been a bastard towards women in the past, I was a Cullen and therefore had excellent manners. And in the rare occasion that I do forget my manners, I make it up to the woman by buying her love back. Works every time.

After she got comfortable, the waitress came over and took her drink order. When the waitress disappeared, I looked back at Rosalie.

"You look gorgeous tonight." I was seriously considering taking her home right now...

"Wish I could say the same Emmett."

What the hell?

"Yes, well I'm sorry that we can't all be super gorgeous." I said while taking a sip of my drink.

"Oh, poor you. Tell me, do you say that to all the girls you go out with?"

What was wrong with this girl? I take her out to her favourite restaurant, and she sits there and insults me.

"Yes I do Rosalie. Is that what you wanted to hear?" I was getting more annoyed by the second.

"Yes I did. Now that we have gotten past that, can I just say thank you for doing this."

I was super confused. She goes from insulting me, to thanking me? Women.

"You're welcome."

The entire dinner was spent talking about her career and everything that she's ever done. I let her do this as I know that women love to talk about themselves and they especially love a man who will sit there and listen.

After the bill was paid, I suggested going out to get ice-cream.

"Ice-cream? Seriously, how old are you?"

"I might be 26, but I'm still a big kid at heart. So no to the ice-cream?"

This made her laugh. Good, she knows I'm funny.

"Yes let's get some ice-cream. But if I lose a job, I know who to blame." She replied while glaring at me.

"You could weigh 200 pounds and you would still be gorgeous."

"Um, I'll take that as some deranged complement. But for future reference, don't talk about weight with girls. It's a touchy subject."

"I'll try and remember that."

We walked hand in hand to Serendipity 3. A place where me and Edward always went to as children. I had a lot of fond memories in this place.

"Oh my god! I haven't been here in forever. I used to love this place." She looked so happy, I almost expected her to jump up and down,

"Yeah, I love it too. Me and Edward used to come here all the time, and we would always order the same thing."

She smiled up at me. "That's so cute. I can totally picture the two of you here as little boys. I bet all the girls were staring at you two."

"Well only me."

She rolled her eyes. "Well of course they all looked at you."

"This is where I actually got my first girlfriend. We were sitting right at that table, and she asked me out."

She glared at me again. And I must admit that she looked super cute doing it.

"Can we just get a table?" She huffed, walking ahead of me.

"Sure. And by the way, I insist on paying."

"Emmett, ice-cream here is like $5 a bowl. Of course you're paying."

After almost two hours at Serendipity 3 I decided to take Rosalie home. She looked tired and had a photo shoot tomorrow morning at around 5. When we finally reached her building (which was pretty swanky. Must be doing well for herself) I pulled her in for a kiss.

"Wait."

I pulled back.

"Huh?"

"Well, tonight was great and all, but I….. Have to go inside. Bye.

She kissed me on the cheek and ran back inside her building. That was really odd. I looked at my watch and realized that the night was still young, so I called Jasper asking him to meet me at the Oak Room. He finally arrived 15 minutes later.

"Hey man. How was that date. And what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Rosalie's apartment right about now?"

"Very funny. Keep reminding me that I'm probably going to die alone."

"Emmett, she didn't break up with you or anything, she just didn't invite you back to her place. No big deal. And you're not going to die alone. You're just being overly dramatic."

"Yeah you're probably right. Thanks for the talk. I think I might go home now. Get drunk, forget all my troubles."

"Stop being so dramatic. You are worse than Alice."

Just as I was about to make an equally smart retort, his phone started ringing.

"Hey Ali. Yup, Yup. Ok, see you soon."

"Let me guess Alice?"

"Yeah. So bye."

I rolled my eyes and yelled across the bar "Now whose being a girl?"

That resulted in my getting thrown out as I was disturbing the other patrons. My ass.