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"That was delicious!"
Edward looked quite content as they left Chocolate Heaven.
He'd been more relaxed than she'd ever seen him before since they'd left her flat earlier in the afternoon.
His laugh was a sweet-sounding giggle that made his eyes crinkle at the sides. He looked so young when he laughed. As if nothing had ever disturbed his world.
Bella smiled, and slipped her arm through his as they walked back to her place.
It was dark by now, and the street lanterns were on.
Bella didn't want to let go of Edward, so she suggested they might rent a movie and cook.
His surprised expression told her that this what not something he had planned.
"I mean, I didn't want to… I don't know. Bad idea. Forget it." She hated it when she was rambling. She studied this stuff, for God's sake!
"No! I mean, I was just… surprised, I guess. I would like that."
"Really?" She stopped walking and looked up at him.
"Really."
And he smiled.
"Okay."
They continued walking.
"What kind of movies do you like?"
Edward laughed softly.
"What?" she said.
"I thought you were going to ask what kind of food I like," he said.
"So, what kind of food do you like?"
"Um, Chinese, I guess."
"You guess?"
"Chinese."
"You don't cook?"
"I do. Sometimes. Okay, I heat things. I also order in. You want to cook?"
"Of course!"
"Okay. Let's go shopping for dinner!"
He smiled.
Twenty minutes later, Bella couldn't get over the feeling that Edward was not into grocery shopping. Whenever she held up a bell pepper, a piece of ginger, or a zucchini, he just nodded his head and said, "okay." Her suspicion grew that he was much more experienced in ordering in than in cooking.
He insisted on paying, and had also slipped a bottle of wine into the cart. He also insisted on carrying the bag as they walked to the video store.
"Okay, you never answered my question. What kind of film are we looking for?"
Bella stood in front of him, palms up. He lightly shook his head. "You never told me what you like, Bella."
"Okay, I like crime stories. You know, when they have to find out the big secret behind it all?"
"Like James Bond?"
Edward's green eyes were sometimes too intense.
"No, not James Bond!" She playfully slapped his arm. "Like, like…" She couldn't think of anything, and slapped his arm again, just because it had felt so nice the first time.
Her phone rang, and she jumped and frowned.
Alice Brandon-Whitlock calling.
"Oh shit," she muttered.
"Everything okay?"
Edward seemed immediately concerned.
"Yes, it's just my friend. I'm sorry, I have to take that call…"
She went three aisles ahead before she dared speak to Alice.
She felt horrible, admitting to herself that she had completely forgotten about their girls' night.
"Sweetiepie, I just wanted to ask you if you could bring a bottle of Smirnoff, because… Bella?"
"Yes, um… Alice, I'm sorry. I don't think I'll join you tonight."
"What?"
"I won't be able to come, I'm sorry."
"What?"
"Stop saying that, Alice. I'll explain it to you tomorrow. Okay?"
"No, not okay, Bella. What's going on?"
"I don't know… yet. Just let me do my own thing, okay?"
"Okay," Alice grumbled.
Bella closed her phone and went back to Edward.
Who was holding up a DVD.
"E.T., Edward? Seriously?"
Edward smiled.
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