Nessie's POV

Alright, so… the girl in the green wanted French toast and the kid in the corner wanted orange juice with… uh… oh shoot I am so freaking bad at this. It is my first day working in the café and I've got to say, I'm not really good at it one bit. Thankfully everyone is very understanding but I don't know how I will fair when the lunch rush comes in. Apparently at noon the café will fill with hungry fishermen, road workers and students from the high school.

Once Matilda—the nurse who has been taking care of me—gave me a thumbs up to move about more then from the bed to the bathroom I got right to work. I felt bad, staying with Martha so long without paying rent. She offered me a job at the café to help pay for my stay and I accepted. Smith, who is Martha's son has been very sweet to me as well and I have to admit that I have a bit of a huge crush on it… I mean… he saved my life to start with and he spends time at his mother's house even though he no longer lives there. I think it is sweet. I can't wait to see him with the lunch rush. I suspect he will be coming in.

The lunch rush fills up the café and I run around, trying my best. I manage to survive and by the end of it all am quite proud of myself but am disappointed that smith didn't show up. I thought everyone who worked around here was supposed to drop it. Maybe Smith is the only sailor around here who packs his own lunch.

"Nessie, it's 1:30… you can take off if you're ready," Martha says to me and I give her a smile and nod, heading to the back room to take off the black apron. I am glad that I am not forced to wear an ugly uniform. I can just throw on jeans and a t-shirt and this apron is fine. I kneel down to tie my shoelace, which has come undone. I stop and stare at my shoes… I think I am remembering something… something about buying these shoes… being angry about the size. I flip the tongue of the shoe and look at the size 8.5 and flip it back… that is nothing to be angry about. I shrug it off and head out into the café and smile when I see smith standing there.

"Hi," I smile at him and he smiles back at me.

"You finished working?" he asks me. I nod and he opens the door for me. As I leave I see a glimpse of Martha smiling.

"I didn't see you during the lunch rush," I remark as we walk down the street. There are no cars around. It is quiet.

"I got stuck at work. Emergency, you know," he replied.

"A fish emergency?" I smile at him. That is strange.

"Excuse me?" he chuckled at my question.

"A fish emergency?" I ask again. "I'm trying to figure out what kind of emergency a sailor has."

Smith laughs at me, "you think I work on a boat?"

"What? Don't you?" I ask, "Matilda said that a sailor saved me."

"Yes, I like to sail at night sometimes but it's not my life's work," Smith seems to really be enjoying this so I shrug.

"Okay, I apologize for jumping to that conclusion," I reply and we continue to walk in silence. I keep my mouth shut. I can tell that Smith is itching to tell me what he does for a living.

"Well?" Smith finally speaks up.

"Well, what?" I ask him, I am enjoying this.

"Aren't you going to ask me what I do?" he asks.

"Nope."

"I'm a—wait… what?" he narrows his eyes on me and I cannot keep a straight face. "Well not I'm not going to tell you," he replied and runs his fingers through his fluffy brown hair. I chuckle.

"Alright, I'm sorry. Please tell me," I smirk.

"Well… if you must know…" he grins, "I am a veterinarian."

"Oh… that's impressive," I reply, "your mother must be very proud."

"Yeah… proud that I moved back here," he replied, "when I was studying in Toronto—not so much," he chuckles. I glance up at him and then past him to the street sign.

"Oh hey… look, this street is called Penny Lane!"

"Yeah?" Smith stares at me. I can't believe this…

"Penny Lane… the beetles song…Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies…" I sing. He stares at me with a blank face.

"How do you remember lyrics to a beetles song but nothing from your life?" he asks.

"I dunno," I shrug at his questions.

"So, … Wait… Smith, what is your last name?" I ask. "I feel silly for never asking.

"It's Smith," he replies.

"No way, your mother named you Smith Smith?"

"No!" Smith laughs at me and shakes his head, "My father's last name is Smith; my first name is Sebastian… you can see why I go by Smith," he replies.

"I like Sebastian," I reply, "I can only pray that I am mistaking that my name is Nessie."

"I like Nessie," he smiles back at me… "Is there no last name to go with it?"

"Not that I know of… I'll have to choose a generic last name like Doe or Jones."

"Or Smith," he throws in there and I laugh.

"Easy, cowboy, buy a girl a drink first," I tease him.

"Okay," he replies, "Tonight, I'll pick you up at 8 and get you a drink," he says, "and I'll toast to the future Mrs. Smith."

"Getting a little ahead of yourself, aren't you?" I challenge but he just shoots me a soft grin and I feel myself melt… damn, he's good.

(Uh-oh… Our poor Nessie doesn't know a thing about who she is and is falling for Dr. Smith. Mean while, Jacob is just getting by on the memories of Nessie who he believes dead and Bella and Edward are just a stone's throw away in Nova Scotia… What will happen next… maybe some comments? Lol ^^