Bella's Pov
"Well, I'll catch you later Em."
"No doubt Bells." He said, his smile growing ever wider. I winked at him and then moved onto my next table which was surprisingly empty… Well, that's weird.
"Okay, you my begin conversations now, you have five minutes. Water re-fills available at the front desk."
Great… so I guess I'm just gonna have to sit here and wait for five minutes until that infernal woman rings that damned bell again to introduce me to another round of doom.
I decided that my water was getting a little empty (even though I'd only had one sip) so I walked up to the front desk to get a re-fill.
"Hello again," Said the woman behind the desk, "How's the bum?" She said beaming at me.
"Fine thanks." I said quietly as I started pouring the water to fill the space at the top of my glass.
"It gave me such a shock when you went tumbling in there! I nearly had a heart attack!"
"Ha, you and me both." I replied non-enthusiastically. "Well. I think I'll get back to my table now."
"Ok, good-luck, no more falling over okay?"
"Ok." With that I left her, choosing a lonely table over more conversations about my clumsiness.
I slumped back into my seat, threw my head back and put my arms over my head, obscuring my eye-sight. I sat like this for about half a minute when I fell asleep.
"Wakey wakey sleepy head, superman has arrived."
"Huh?" I straitened myself and rubbed the sleep from my eyes which were a blur. I squinted at the man sitting opposite me.
No, it can't be… I rubbed my eyes again, this time making the image of Edward clear as crystal.
"Edward?"
"Bella."
"Oh my-"
"Did you know you snore in your sleep."
"Oh god… I fell asleep… was I talking to you?"
"No, you were asleep when I found you sitting at my table." Now that I had had enough time to process this whole scenario it came to my attention that Edward was not only incredibly sexy, but incredibly wet.
"Erm, Edward."
"Yes."
"Where have you been?"
"In the gents."
"… Did you get flushed down the loo or something?"
"Oh no no, ha. You've got it all wrong." He was blushing now, and instinctively I blushed too, "You see, this girl… I think she was called Rosalie, yeah, well… she poured her glass of water on my head."
"… You've talked to Rose?"
"Oh, you know her?"
"Yeah… she's my roomy… along with Alice. Oh god, you haven't met Alice yet have you?"
"Err, no I don't think so… but I did have a pleasant conversation with a woman called Madge…"
"Oh thank god."
"Why… is your friend dangerous or something?"
"No… but she is a little psycho though… just don't mention fashion or anything to do with clothes, then I think you'll be fine." I found it incredibly easy to talk to Edward, the words coming from my mouth just kept flowing, and there were no awkward moments. Just conversation bliss.
"Speaking of friends… I heard you talking to Emmett earlier."
"Oh no…"
"What?"
"Well… it depends what you heard… go on, keep talking."
"I didn't really hear much. But the two words I heard were enough to get me worried." Oh god oh god oh god. Edward leaned in, as if about to reveal a massive secret, so I leaned in to join him, my heart racing by the closeness of his face. Just a few more inches and our lips would be touching. His grin sent electric sparks down my spine. And the suspense was killing me until he finally said,
"Strip." I inhaled violently, "Poker." I exhaled in the same manor. I can't believe out of all the things he could have heard, he hears the worst.