Who the fuck was that?
How dare she?
How. fucking. dare. she?
No.
Of course not.
I would never do that to her.
What the fuck Isabella?
Really?
Really?
Ok. Fine.
"You're late." He glances up from his pad, already writing.
What could he possibly be writing?
"What could you possibly be writing?"
He glances up. Double takes. Stares.
"You seem irritated. Upset, even. Anything happen today?"
I stare at him. Rocking back and forth in this admittingly comfortable chair. 41, 42, 43, 44, 45…
"Edward?" He tents his fingers. Stares.
So much eye contact.
I clear my throat. Breathe deeply. I fix my face.
"I'm fine. What's on the agenda for today?"
Really, Isabella?