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Edward Cullen/just wants to impress her
We're sitting across from each other in the middle of a crowded bar, but my eyes are focused on her.
The way she stirs her club soda and dips French fries in mustard.
Gross but she makes it look good.
Yeah, she does.
Bella has apologized for up and leaving like she did a hundred times before the waitress returns with our drinks.
"Don't worry about it. It's cool," I told her.
She's still worried about it though.
I need to come up with a way to get her mind off of it.
It's not a big deal.
"Hey, Bella?"
She looks up from her dinner, mouth full of chicken, and nods.
"Is your name Google? Because you've got everything I'm searching for."
Luckily, she swallowed her food before I came to the punchline because she throws her pretty head back and laughs so loud people turn toward us.
And then she counters my cheesy pickup line.
"Can I take your picture? I wanna show Santa what I want for Christmas?"