Why was I so surprised? I shouldn't be surprised since it was the most popular thing to do in Paris for couples. Eating out. Even though I didn't like it Edward insisted. Those scorching golden eyes made me agree after helplessly nodding. I wanted to tell him no but I just couldn't stand to see that sad look on his face. It broke my heart everytime.
So here we were, outside the fanciest restraunt in the whole of Paris I was sure. It looked like it at least. It was right on the river so the lights sparkled off the waters edge, dancing across the small waves made by the ferrys and boats. The two floored building lit up the dark night as Edward opened my door for me. I took his cold hand with a pout. He chuckled, understanding why I was acting like this. I didn't want to come to a busy restaurant, I wanted to just be alone with him. Just the two of us together. But he seemed to think this was a part of my human experiences so I didn't argue as he led me into the building
It was just as busy as I'd feared and with upper class customers too. I stayed closer to Edwards side, trying to hide myself from their view. There was no way I could fit in here.
The place was very fancy with shiny floors and intricate designs along the walls and ceilings. Behind the small welcoming desk was a large glass door which was opened so we could see straight into the busy dining room. To our left was a hallway and to our right was another, both lined with windows looking into the dining room and out on to the street behind us. I bit my lip as I clutched Edwards arm. He must have felt my tension because he smiled down at me, mouthing 'its okay' to my frightened expression. I gulped as the host appeared. At least he was a man.
For some odd reason this brought me back to Port Angeles. Would the way the waitress acted around Edward be much the same as here? The host smiled kindly at us as his eyes flickered down to me holding Edwards arm.
"Yes sir?" he said. "A table for two?"
Edward nodded, keeping a kind smile on his own angels face. The host bent to collect two menus, although we'd only need one, and reappeared. "This way," he said before walking down the large hallway to the left. Edward pulled me along after him and I stumbled slightly, although he held all of my weight easily. I cowered away from the windows into the dining room but no one looked at us. Not one person I saw glanced up to look at us pass. That was a relief. They were all to busy with their dinners to notice us, or maybe they were kinder not to stare.
It wasn't long until we reached two other glass doors which were opening on to the patio of the restaurant. The starlight was a lot brighter tonight and the navy sky cloudless. Had Edward brought good luck with him or was that just Alice checking the weather again? I didn't know and further more, I didn't care because that was the point I noticed we were alone. No one else was sitting at the other candle lit tables, they were all inside even though it was perfect night, not even any wind.
The host sat us at a table right beside the iron fence seperating the patio from the river below. Edward, being the gentleman, let go of me to pull out a chair with a grin. I couldn't help the smile that crept across my own face and the way my heart fluttered as I sat down. The waiter had already set the menus down before he announced our waiter would be right out, then left. I smiled at Edward, who was sitting across from me now, and he grinned back. His golden eyes scorched, even in the darkness and I fought to keep my breath.
"So," I said after I could catch the air in my lungs. "Why are you subjecting me to this?"
He frowned before shrugging. "You don't like it?" he said with a raised brow.
"No, no," I said quickly, shaking my head and looking out at the river. "I do its just ... I don't know."
I looked back at him to see him staring at me, his expression difficult to figure out. I stretched my hand out to touch his cold, folded ones. His fingers curled around mine as I smiled. "I do like it," I whispered and he smiled slightly. "Just don't surprise me again."
He chuckled but nodded. "Deal." The waitress appeared then, her curly blonde hair bouncing as she walked. Her eyes glimmered when she noticed Edward in the candle light. I pursed my lips and glared at her as she stopped at our table, smiling down at him. It was Port Angeles all over again. But before she could talk she noticed our hands intertwined on the table. Her own lips pursed in what I was happy to say was jealousy. She understood where Edward and I stood. We were love struck and there was no way she could push her way into the relationship. She grinned, showing all her perfect unnaturally white teeth to Edward who had just noticed her.
"Good evening," she said softly in a French accent. "I am Marie, your waitress. Can I start you off with a drink?" She was talking to Edward now.
I looked over at him to see his reaction to her obvious flirting and it made me smile. His brows were furrowed as he looked at her. I could see that annoyed look in his eyes but she didn't seem to notice. He turned then to look at me, his annoyed expression still not gone. "Bella?" he asked.
"Just water," I said with a smile, not looking away from his gaze.
"And you?" she asked, leaning slightly towards him. He didn't move his own eyes from mine as he answered.
"Nothing for me," he answered sharply and she frowned before raising a brow and walking away, confused about his reaction.
I watched her go before looking back at Edward. He was glaring at the doors she had left through. "Whats wrong?" I asked, worried now.
"Its nothing," he muttered as he looked back at me slowly.
"Edward, I want to know," I said with furrowed brows. He stared at me for a moment before sighing.
"She was just thinking some things I didn't enjoy listening to," he answered.
"Was she thinking up pick up lines or something?" I giggled.
"No," he said. "She was thinking about you."
"Me?" I asked with surprise. "What about me?"
He looked back to the doors. "She was internally insulting you," he said through his teeth. "And to think she actually thought she had a chance."
I gaped as I looked towards the door again. How dare she! Not only was she insulting me but she was thinking up ways on how to steal him from me?
She was back then, probably going as fast as she could, with my water. She placed it on the table and turned towards him again. He leaned away from her with a disgusted expression.
"Have you decided what you'd like?" she asked him and he shook his head before looking at me.
"Oh, ah," I said grabbing the menu, forgetting all about it. "I'll just have the lasagna."
"Yeah" she muttered rudely before turning to him again. "And you?"
He took my left hand suddenly and turned it slowly in the candle light. I watched as my ring glinted in the dim light, dazzling her for a moment. "Nothing for me," he said with a mocking smile.
She frowned and pouted her lip before turning away.
"That'll teach her," I muttered as I looked back at him with a smile.
He chuckled. "Teach her what?" he asked with a grin.
"That you're mine and no one elses," I said.
"Of course," he said. "I'm always yours."
I smiled at this as I squeezed his cold fingers. His thumb rubbed the back of my hand as we stared unrelenting into each others eyes.
"So we're leaving after this then?" I asked with a raised brow.
He chuckled but nodded just as another waiter walked through the doors with my meal. I wasn't surprised she had got another waiter to do this table. But he didn't say anything as he set the plate down and walked away. Both Edward and I chuckled.
"Well you've taught her," I said.
He raised a brow and smiled a playful smile.
"Not to mess around with married men."