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Bella Swan/age is just a number
"Should we order you something from the kid's menu?" Edward asks when we take our seats.
"No. I told you I was hungry."
He nods.
"Yeah, but I'm starting to think I should check your driver's license to see how old you really are, considering you've been pouting since I overheard your little rant."
I wanna flip the table and storm out.
How old am I again?
"That was humiliating."
Edward pulls his phone out of his pocket.
"I think I know what will make you feel better."
"Unless you have Doc Brown's number and he's willing to loan you his DeLorean, I'm not interested," I mutter.
"Nah, I think you'll like this better."
He passes me the phone, and I press it to my ear.
"Sister from possibly another missus and mister! What is happenin'? My bro tells me you're having a rough day."
Immediately, I've got a smile on my face.
"I miss your fat head."
"Awe, I miss you too. I can't eat a Big Mac without thinking of you."