Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I do own all my cars though so no car payments are pretty cool.

I sat in the back of the coffee shop, not that it was dark enough to hide me.

It wasn't.

The afternoon sun shined bright through the windows lighting up the area around me in spite of my need for privacy.

"This is so dumb," I whispered to no one just as the door chimed announcing the arrival of another patron.

I looked over to see a man stride inside with more confidence than I was used to witnessing. His hair was darker than what his picture suggested and his eyes were brighter, more devilish with their gleam as he looked towards me with a grin that I had come to know so well over the last six months of texting back and forth. I did not know him, but I could pick him out of a crowd of a thousand men with that sultry grin of his.

I held my breath as he walked past the counter where the barista waited impatiently as he told her his order.

"Just a coffee, please."

His voice was every bit as rich and deep as what it had sounded in the countless videos, he had sent of himself.

The videos.

My mind flashed to scene after scene of him naked, hard and proud while stroking himself as he told me naughty stories of what we could do if we ever met. Those videos had played on repeat in my head and often on my phone as I touched myself in time to his own strokes.

He turned to face me with mug of coffee in hand, weaving his way through the maze of tables to join me in the not so private back. He paused before me, sitting his steaming mug on the table in order to hold out his hand in my direction.

"Ms. Anon," he chuckled softly in an amused fashion as I took of his hand in mine to politely shake hands. His grip was strong, but gentle. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

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