BPOV

Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough. I said goodnight to Edward at the door and headed straight upstairs to my room, suddenly exhausted. I took the time to get in my pajama's brush my teeth and wash my face and then fell flat onto the bed, not even climbing under the blankets. I woke up with kinks all over but it didn't matter, because I was going to see Edward again today. Last night seemed like a dream. I mean, I knew that he was in Germany, but I never expected to see him again. I about fainted when I heard his voice behind me.

"Bells, are you going to come down and eat or not?" Emmett boomed from downstairs. I didn't smell breakfast and realized why. My alarm clock said 2:06 pm. 2:06?! I flew out of bed and hit the closet at a run, trying to find something to wear. A couple minutes later, I was skidding into the bathroom. I had showered last night right before dinner, so I didn't absolutely need one, but my hair probably made me look something akin to Medusa. I tried to run a brush through it, but that just seemed to make it worse. I glanced at my watch. 2:17. I had just decided that I had enough time to wash and scrunch it when the doorbell rang. Emmett's voice carried up a moment later.

"Bella, Edwards here." Oh for Pete sake, of all the times for a guy to actually be early, it had to be today.

"Just a second!" I took one last look in the mirror and gave up. I didn't have enough time to do anything but throw it up in a ponytail. I dashed back to my room to grab my shoes and slid to a halt before I collided with Edward who was blocking my way, leaning casually against my doorjamb with his hands in his pockets.

"Hey." He grinned and I blushed, my stomach fluttering with sudden butterflies. How did he do that with just one word? It was so not fair.

"Hi."

"You ready?" he asked, his smile growing wider as he took in my hair and bare feet. I pinned him with a look.

"I will have you know that I would have been perfectly ready if you hadn't showed up 15 minutes early, so don't even start with me." I must have looked and sounded grumpier than I though because he put his hands in the air.

"I'm unarmed."

"Sorry, I'm not really a morning person." I mumbled. He raised brow.

"It's a 2:15 in the afternoon."

"Well, I just got up a bit ago. I don't know if you recall, but we were up rather late last night."

"I do remember something of the sort. But if you remember, I also I had a shoot at 7 am this morning, remember? Which reminds me. My previous caffeine buzz is wearing off and I need to reinforcements."

"Just let me finish getting ready and we can be off." I said as I scooted past him into my room. I grabbed a pair of socks from the drawer and my tennies from under the bed and headed out the door. As I walked past the mirror in the hallway, I tried to take one last, quick look at my hair but Edward noticed.

"What's wrong?" he questioned.

"I didn't have time to fix my hair." At the he laughed.

"Your hair looks just fine." I crossed my arms and huffed.

"Which is another way of saying it looks awful." I started to turn to head down the stairs but he caught my chin and forced me to look at him. When I met his eyes, there was no laughter there.

"Bella, you look beautiful just the way you are." I couldn't help it. I blushed again.

"Ready?" I mumbled after a moment. He motioned towards the stairs.

"After you." He followed me down the stairs and caught me when I stumbled slightly on the rug in front of the door. Luckily the car wasn't to far away or I probably would have embarrassed myself again. He walked ahead of me and opened the door for me to get in.

"Thank you." I nodded. He winked and walked around the car and got in himself, after shutting my door.

"So." I said and a sly grin on his face.

"So." It was such a silly thing, but it was kind of our greeting and it thrilled me that he remembered. I grinned as he lifted a brow in my direction, still smiling.

"How did your shoot go?" I asked a minute later. He started shaking his head. "That bad huh."

"My German still isn't the best, and Rose wasn't there to help me today. Most all of the models and crew spoke nothing but German and the one's that spoke English had such a heavy accent I couldn't understand what they were saying half the time. Needless to say, it was a very long day packed into just a few hours."

"Sounds intense. I used to want to be a model when I was younger, but then Emmett met Rose and she shared with me all of the stuff that goes into it and I decided it wasn't the career for me. Besides, can you imagine me walking around in high heels? Uncoordinated and klutzy as I am already, that would be a death trap waiting to happen."

"You aren't that bad, Bella. I happen to think you are rather graceful." He laughed when I looked at him, my mouth agape with what I am sure was an "Are you serious" look on my face.

"You are. In your own way. I am a photographer, I notice these things. You have more natural grace than most of the professionals that I work with. I would love to photograph you sometime." He gave me a quizzical look when I started shaking my head emphatically.

"What?"

"I don't do pictures." I was still shaking my head.

"Why not?"

"I'm not photogenic. Like, really not photogenic. At all. I always look awful in pictures." This time it was his turn to use the "Are you serious" look.

"Watch the road." I scolded as I blushed because he continued to stare at me. He turned to watch the road again, but looked over at me again.

"What? Stop staring at me." I was definitely blushing now. He shook his head.

"Bella, you are utterly absurd."

"Well, thanks." I replied with some sarcasm.

"You truly don't see yourself like others do. You really are beautiful, Bella." He turned and looked at me for a moment then unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car. I didn't even realize we had arrived until he came around and opened my door for me.

"Thank you. Again." He grinned and winked at me then offered his arm.

"Shall we?" I laughed but took it anyway.

"It's just coffee you know. Nothing special."

"Ah, my sweet. That is where you are wrong. This isn't just any coffee. This is Kaethe's Haus des Kaffees." He said, making a dramatic gesture towards the coffee house. "And any time spent with you is special, my dear." He them bent and kissed my hand. Was he for real? Guys just didn't act like that anymore. I was seriously tempted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

He escorted me inside and took my coat before seating me in a corner booth near the back windows. He asked me what I wanted, then walked to the counter to place the order. While he was gone, I looked at the little menu they had sitting at the table, but didn't focus for long. The hairs on the back of my neck raised and I got the feeling that someone was watching me. I tried to focus back on the menu, but the feeling didn't go away.

"Something wrong?" Edward leaned over the table as he sat down, taking off his coat to hang it on the chair.

"I don't know. I just got this weird feeling that someone was watching me."

"Where from?"

"I'm sure it was nothing."

"Bella, I still remember what happened on the airplane. Do you want to grab our coffee go somewhere else?"

"No. I like it here. Forget I said anything." he started to say something else, but our coffee arrived. What service. I have never been to a coffee house where they bring it straight to the table.

"So, how is it having Emmett around again?" I was taking a sip of my coffee snorted a little and coughed as coffee went up my nose.

"Sorry. I'm not exactly sure why that was funny, but there are to many stories of Emmett doing stupid, idiotic things to answer that question honestly."

"I am curious now. Tell me something." I thought for a moment then smiled.

"Have you ever heard that country song by Chris Cagle "Chicks Dig It"?"

"Um, no. I don't really listen to country music."

"Oh. Well you should start. There are some really good country songs out there. Anyways the song essentially is all about how chicks dig guys with scars, which is totally Emmett. You should ask him about the lightning scar on his leg. But the song starts out with this kid and his superman cape thinking he can fly so he jumps off the backyard shed and breaks his arm. Well, Emmett pretty much did the same thing; except it was a 2 story house and he wanted to see how high he could bounce jumping onto the trampoline from the roof. Well, it didn't exactly work because it was an old trampoline so he broke right through it and shattered his right thigh. It took 2 surgeries, 9 pins, and 6 months of physical therapy to get his leg back up to full strength." He looked mildly horrified by my story.

"And this is funny why?" he asked.

"It's funny because Emmett being Emmett, who apparently does feel pain, decided that it was, and I quote "Totally wicked awesome!" and tried to climb the ladder with a broken leg so he could do it again. My dad had to pry his hands off gutter."

"Wow." He said after a moment. "Your brother is insane." I laughed out loud at that.

"He will be the first to tell you too. Trust me." We continued to sip our coffee and talk about inconsequential things for the next half hour. I learned that his favorite color was blue, and that his dad was a doctor, and that he also played the piano and sang. I was jealous.

We headed out a few minutes later, and as he was opening my door, I got that feeling that someone was watching me again. I looked around but all I saw were trees and buildings. I brushed it off as nerves and got into the car.

"Where to now?" I asked.

"I want to take you somewhere special."