Edward nearly bounds across the room back to Bella, because this is officially the best day of his life.

Every fear he had about Angela totally hating him is gone, and he's got a date with her in four days, which will be the perfect chance to convince her that he's an awesome guy who she'll want to marry and own two vice cop dogs with too.

In less than 96 hours, he'll be sitting at a table with her in a romantic restaurant, leaning over the candlelit dinner to say something clever, and she'll be smiling at him adoringly, maybe even holding his hand, looking absolutely gorgeous in a fancy dress, and—

But that's where Edward's brain hits a snag, because he can picture Angela perfectly, hair up in an elegant twist and curves sheathed in something silk or satin, but when he turns his mind's eye to himself, all he can see is a giant blank.

"Edward?" Bella interrupts, hovering anxiously. "How did it go?"

"Good," Edward says woodenly.

"She said yes? Awesome!" Bella lifts a palm for a high-five, but Edward pushes her hand down and says, "Not awesome, because I'm totally screwed."

"What? Why? I thought that's what you wanted!"

"Because she wants to go to a fancy restaurant, and I said yes without thinking, and this?"—Edward motions to his button-down, jeans, and sneakers—"This is about as fancy as I get." His voice is rising, but he can't help it, he's panicking. "And what am I going to do with my hair? I can spend hours trying to get it to behave, and then as soon as I look away, it just ignores me and does whatever it wants anyway, like some kind of devious cat. And shoes, Bella! I don't even know what kind of shoes you wear to a fancy dinner, much less own any!"

Bella's mouth has been quirking all through Edward's diatribe, and she finally loses control and bursts out laughing.

Edward sighs and glares at her. "What?"

"I'm sorry," Bella wheezes. "But did you just compare your hair to a cat?"

Edward blushes, shrugging. "I spend a lot of time with animals. I can't help it."

"I get that," Bella laughs, wiping her eyes. "But now I can't stop picturing a cat on your head, and it's really distracting."

"Shut up," Edward says half-heartedly, but he's smiling. It is kind of funny, especially if you imagine those stubborn little turned-up pieces at the sides making that chirruping 'Mrow, mrow, morw' sound curious cats do.

He doesn't mention that to Bella, though.

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