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Its a few days later. We're having a quiet day at work. I'm lucky. My boss and co-worker are more friends than anything else.
My boss decides we should go out to lunch at the same restaurant where my aunt had her birthday dinner. It's one of our favorites and we go there at least once a week. It's often enough that the whole staff knows what we order by heart. My boss leaves ahead of us to save us a table and to get our regular order started while my co-worker and I finish one last e-mail.
When I arrive at the restaurant my boss has a huge smile on her face. She tells me I've caught someone's eye. (She's made it her life mission to find me someone special but I've never been ready before now.)
She tells me he came up to her and asked about me. Apparently he spends a lot of time here too and has seen me often. He's wanted to come up to me and say hello but he didn't want to seem too forward or disrespectful if I was taken. That he likes how easy-going and happy I always seem to be. How I'm always laughing. That he thinks I'm beautiful but seeing me dressed up at dinner a few nights ago took his breath away. That I must be really wonderful to have so many people care about me. And to please, please, introduce me to him.
I'm speechless, and probably as red as a tomato.
She looks at something behind my shoulder and seems to be waving someone over.
I look over my shoulder and I see him walking towards our table. He's tall and lean. He's wearing black slacks and a white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He's gorgeous. A head full of unruly hair, dark eyes, thick brows, a strong square jaw line, pale skin, and pink lips set into a smile.
We shake hands and laugh nervously as we introduce ourselves.
"Hi, I'm Edward"
"Bella"
