Oh, The Places You'll Go!
You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed.
You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead.
Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best.
Wherever you go, you will top all the rest
After a few hours of messing around on the bikes, silly racing and admiring the view over the bay, Emmett declared that it was time for lunch.
He escorted her to Harbour Public House and they sat on the deck outside.
"This place is famous for its fish and chips." Emmett told her and Rosalie smiled.
"I guess I'll try that then. And a beer, please."
"Good choice." He winked and disappeared inside to order.
The sun was peeking out and Rosalie blinked in the brightness, tucking her hair back behind her ears and pulling the cuffs of her shirt over her hands, tucking them under her chin as she stared towards the water. The sun glinted from it and she closed her eyes, relishing the swell of pleasure in her chest and the slight ache in her legs.
A glass of beer appeared in front of her and she sipped the froth on top as Emmett sat down opposite her.
"This is good." She hummed her approval of the beverage and Emmett nodded his agreement.
They made idle chitchat for a few minutes before their meals arrived and Rosalie voiced her approval again at his recommendation. The beer-battered cod was flaky and tasty, sprinkled with the lemon from the wedge on the side.
It was so casual and wonderful that Rosalie paused for a moment. Emmett, who had been talking about his childhood with Bella, hesitated.
"Is everything OK?"
"Yes. Yes, sorry, you were talking." She gestured for him to continue. He smiled, one side higher than the other as he scanned her face. She cleared her throat.
"Bella… she said that you don't date… much." She said awkwardly, fisting her hands in her laps.
"That's true."
"Why not?" Rosalie asked and Emmett laughed, rubbing his hand over his hair again as he leaned back in his chair.
"I guess I was waiting for you."
She rolled her eyes and Emmett gave a loud laugh, causing several other patrons to look in their direction.
"Sorry, that was kind of cheesy."
"Very. Can you give me a serious answer?" Rosalie smiled, picking up a fry and dipping it in tartar sauce. Emmett sighed happily.
"Well, it was kind of the truth. I don't date because I never met the right person that I wanted to date."
"And you decided in a day that you wanted it to be me?" Rosalie was embarrassed by her forwardness but she was equally curious about his reply.
Emmett's answering smile was brighter than the sun on the water.