"If you'd like some other type of cuisine, I'm sure I can call ahead to a Morton's or something like that."

He said it with so much distaste. He may as well have been talking about McDonald's.

"What kind of food do they serve there?"

"Well, it's mostly an Asian influenced menu. It's a bit heavily spiced, but it isn't too exotic. The scallops melt in your mouth."

I wasn't sure of what I was supposed to say in response. For starters, I had never eaten a scallop, not to mention the fact that I didn't want to smell like fish sauce while out with Edward.

My eyes met Emmett's in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, Ed? Do you mind if I pick the place for lunch? I've been craving a milkshake. How's a milkshake sound, Short Stack?"

"Come on man! You never wanna try new things and I think Bella would like Izard's take on an empanada."

I could feel my face heat, and I didn't need to see myself to know that I was blushing.

"How about this? We go to Izard's place first, and if we don't like it there, we go to Emmett's place."

I watched as Emmett shrugged his shoulders and Edward turned to search for my approval. I tried to give him what I hoped was a reassuring smile. I had no idea how I was going to explain to Edward that I hadn't been anywhere more formal than an Old Country Buffet in my life. As we pulled up at the restaurant and Emmett handed the keys to the SUV over to the valet, I watched the scenery change around me. Just before we could get inside, I saw three flashes. Trying to find the source, I saw a cluster of reporters waiting for us by the door and all of them seemed to have questions, some about me, but thankfully most were about Edward's business.

"Cullen, what do you have to say about Forbes' recent valuation of Cullen Engineering before it's IPO?"

"Is this the future Mrs. Edward Cullen?"

"What's your favorite dish on the menu?"

"Is it true you've recently fired your personal stylist and hired a new assistant?"

"Will next month's IPO proceed as planned?"

I could feel Edward's hand on my shoulder, his breath on my ear.

"Let me answer some of their questions. Perhaps it will allow us a more peaceful lunch."

Automatically I reached to straighten his collar, but regretted it as more flash bulbs went off.

Taking a deep breath and squaring his shoulders, Edward stepped closer to the crowd.

"Good afternoon, everyone. Next month's initial public offering is currently on schedule. While I haven't personally read the Forbes article, I have heard about the Forbes appraisal, and I must say, I believe they were overly generous. In all facets, Cullen Engineering appears to be doing well, but I don't believe that we'll be worthy of the Forbes assessment until the release of our biodegradable cell phone.

My favorite dish here on the menu are the scallops. I think Chef Izard has created with that miso brown butter and that pistachio garnish. As a matter of fact, my associates and I would like to place an order including those. Please forward any additional questions to my office."

With that, Emmett and I watched him turn and walk toward us, shepherding us all inside. I found myself becoming almost angry. I didn't want to just be his associate. I had only known the man a handful of days and I already felt some moronic claim over him.

Edward was reaching for my coat, but I was hesitant to take it off. My new coat and boots were some of the only things that made me feel as if I truly belonged here. I tried to relax. While me being the future Mrs. Cullen was definitely laughable, a part of me found it funny that they seemed to be interested in me because of Edward. I followed him and Emmett to our table, where a server seemed to be waiting.

"Mr. Cullen, thank you for gracing Girl and the Goat. What can we make for you today?"

"Ah yes. Justin, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"Great. We'll take two orders of the scallops, and if you could put some extra miso butter on the side, we'd greatly appreciate it. Three orders of the ribeye skewers, Two of the goat empanadas, and four orders of the pork shank, one boxed to go. To drink, I'll have a scotch, we'll take three each of coke and sprite, and for dessert, two of the french silk pie's."

Trying to speak quietly, I leaned across to Edward to no avail.

"Isabella, order whatever you'd like. I'm sure Justin would be happy to oblige."

"Just a glass of water with lemon please."

"Mr. Cullen, three separate checks?"

"Yes Justin. It's important you have healthcare."

I watched as Edward took a blackberry from his pocket and began to scroll.

"Um... Edward?"

"I'm sorry. How rude of me. Yes Isabella?"

"What did you meant when you told him it was important he have healthcare?"

He was adorable as he stuttered his way through a response.

"Chef Izard automatically charges each check a four percent surcharge. That surcharge goes toward making sure all of her employee's have adequate health and medical care, regardless of if they are full or part time. He'll print me three separate checks, all containing the same items, that I will pay in full, but he'll only need to bring me what I ordered."

I could feel my face contort in confusion, and Edward may have noticed that I wasn't following.

"Essentially, I'll be charged for six silk pies, but we will only expect two. Six orders of scallops, while we only expect two, so on and so forth. Not only will it put a little extra money into Chef Izard's pockets so that this place can stay open, she'll make three times as much on the surcharge."

That made more sense.

"Why do you seemed embarrassed whenever I point out your generosity?"

He was pulling at the ends of his hair now.

"I suppose it's partially what we discussed this morning. I have more money than I can ever spend in a lifetime. The least I can do is help someone with it. Today, I help Justin get a pair of glasses or a coworker cover medical bills from a surgery. It doesn't make me a saint, just someone lucky enough to be able to help."