Willow Douglas' world is shifted after she moves to Forks Washington. When she begins working at a small diner, she meets Paul Lahote who alters her life.

The smell of coffee fills the air around me in the small diner. I pour some of the hot beverage into a small mug before serving it to a customer who sat at the back of the diner. Tonight is slow but I can't say that I'm complaining, I'll be off in two hours. Thankfully I just bought a bottle of red wine so I can have some when I get off, preferably over dinner and a good movie. As I return behind the counter, the speaker in the restaurant begins to quietly play a song that I know and love.

Wait a minute baby

Stay with me awhile

Said you'd give me light

But you never told me about the fire.

The bell from the diner interrupts my thoughts as it rings clearly. The entrance to the front door has opens as I turn my head to see a group of three tall men entering. They all seem buff and their skin is a warm bronze tone with similar shades of dark locks from their heads. Cheerful expressions stay on their faces as they all seem to be speaking to one another all at once. They take a seat at a large booth, I take this opportunity to grab a few menus from behind the counter to hand to them. I walk over to the booth, while I set their menus down for them on the tables as I give them a polite smile.

Drowning in the sea of love

Where everyone would love to drown

But now it's gone

It doesn't matter what for

When you build your house

Then call me home.

"Welcome to Kurby's Diner. My name is Willow and I'll be your server for tonight." I try to sound as friendly as I can, the tall three men smile at me.

"Thank you." One of them responds politely. "Can I get a strawberry milkshake to start off with?"

I grab my notepad and write down the order.

"Absolutely. Are you guys ready to order food or would you like some more time?"

"More time, please." The man across from him closest to the window replies. I can hear the rain patting against the glass lightly which fills the silence around us. The light rolls of thunder come from outside, it's peaceful.

"Not a problem. I'll have that milkshake out for you in a second." I give them all a cordial smile. I turn around and walk back behind the counter as I wait while the milkshake is being made.

"Order up!" The chef in the back calls out to me. I grab the milkshake. As begin walking out from behind the counter, the entrance bell on the door rings again.

And he was just like a great dark wing

Within the wings of a storm

I think I had met my match, he was singing

And undoing, and undoing the laces

Undoing the laces.

"Paul!" I hear two of the men at the table call. "Back here." I continue walking with the cold milkshake in my hand. My body suddenly comes into contact with another body in a hard thud, I gasp sharply.

"Watch out!" One of the men at the table calls out to me, but it's already too late. I yelp as I run into who I am assuming to be Paul, the cold pink milkshake has spilled all over my work uniform.

My body meets the floor roughly and a sharp gasp leaves my lips at the realization of what has just happened. The warmth grows in my cheeks as embarrassment washes over me, my skin gets goosebumps from the cold liquid against my skin. I can hear a bunch of, ooohh and someone call out "Paul, look what you've done!" Along with two of the men at the table trying to stifle their laughter at their friend.

"I'm so sorry." The low smooth voice apologizes. "Let me help you" My eyes look up to see such a warm pair of brown eyes.

As our eyes stay locked, I realize the man before me is alluring, his skin is bronze, he is beautiful. His hair is a deep shade of black, it's messy but it looks acceptable on him. My lips suddenly form a small smile but my cheeks begin to feel warm, I'm feeling very embarrassed.

"No, no, it's fine." I respond, my voice is shy. "I should have been paying attention to where I was walking." A light chuckle leaves my lips but I'm hoping he can't tell it's from my nerves and the embarrassment of being covered in a milkshake from the waist down. I look up again as my eyes connect with the man who's now crouching above me. His facial expression suddenly has changed from apologetic to some soft of what I want to describe as a fascination. The man looks down at me like someone who's finally able to see the colors of a rainbow—He looks almost mesmerized by me or entranced. No one has ever given me this look before and I don't know how to feel.

I chew on my bottom lip suddenly feeling very insecure about my appearance. Confusion is written across my face from this mans expression that he's wearing with our eyes still locked. He looks like he is completely breathless, it feels as if times has frozen but I know in reality it's only been a few minutes that we've been like this.

"Are you okay?" My voice is tranquil. I am trying to find words to say even if I do feel confused.

After a second, the man takes in a breath as he blinks a couple of times—he then clears his throat.

"You're beautiful." His voice is a bit horse now but still so calm. He looks at me like he truly means those words. I stare at him for a second, I'm taken by surprise at his flirty choice of words. Why say that to me right now? He doesn't even know me, I mean—We're still on the floor and my uniform is still covered in strawberry milkshake, I blink. My cheeks stay warm and I silently hope they aren't a rouge shade by this point.

"What?"

"You're beautiful."

A small smile flickers on my face for a moment but I pull myself out of my thoughts—I roll my eyes playfully as I stand up with his help.

He carefully places his arm around my waist and I stand to my feet. I wonder how many girls has he used this particular line on in the past? A guy like him looks like the type of guy who has a new fling every week. Besides, I'm just not looking for any kind of relationship or even a fling. Maybe he's just assuming this will turn into a one night stand if he fills me with enough flattery and flirting. He's amazingly handsome, but I'm just not looking right now. I don't think I have the best luck in the relationship department anyway.

"Thank you for the compliment, but I really should get back to work." I smile at him feeling a bit embarrassed. My cheeks are still warm but I try to ignore that fact and pretend he can't see the pink in them.

He doesn't say anything, instead he just looks taken back by my words. I break our eye contact and I make my way behind the counter to change my apron. A new strawberry milkshake is made and I carry it out to the booth where the men are still sitting as I make sure to be extra cautious this time. The men at the booth give me a smile but I don't see who I'm assuming was Paul sitting at the booth with them.

"I'm so sorry about earlier." I apologize to them. I set the milkshake down on the table in front of the man who ordered it earlier.

"Don't be." One of them responds kindly. "It happens." I look over my shoulder for the man I had bumped into earlier but he isn't anywhere in sight. A small amount of guilt takes over me, had I embarrassed him in front of his friends? I hope I haven't.

"Is your friend okay?" I ask the group in concern.

"Who—Paul? Oh, he's fine" The one who had ordered the strawberry milkshake replies casually.

I can't help but notice the other boys are all exchanging glances with once another now. Is there something I missed while I was getting him a new milkshake? I push aside the intrusive thoughts and smile at them as I clear my throat trying to remain professional.

"Are you guys ready to order?" My smile feels convincing.

After taking down their orders and bringing their food out, I can't help but notice Paul is still no where to be seen in the restaurant. Could I have embarrassed him? Had he left because of me? I couldn't help but wonder the reason for why he left.

After the three men pay for their food, they get up from the booth and exit the diner. I go to the table to clear off the plates and to clean up when I notice a folded piece of paper, one of the men had written down a phone number on the piece of paper next to my tip on the table.