I tossed my old mesh laundry bag into the metal basket and wheeled it to the back wall of washers. As I approached I noticed that he was sitting on a bench against the wall reading and a slight ping of nerves hit me low in my stomach.

"Spiderman." I laughed.

Edward looked up at me and grinned. His teeth were white and straight, his eyes a brilliant green.

"Told ya so." He shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Guess you did."

I began filling two washers adding soap and softener.

"Where's your copy of War and Peace? Too heavy to lug all the way?"

"I didn't want to show off." I winked and sat down next to him.

He smelled really nice like vanilla and citrus. His leather messenger bag sat half open and I could see several issues of Spiderman, a laptop and beef jerky.

"So what did you bring to read tonight, Bella?"

I pulled out an old copy of Little Women and patted the cover.

"It's a favorite."

"Now I look like a total slacker reader."

"Oh how the tables have turned."

"Have no fear!" He reached into his bag and pulled out another comic handing it to me. "I have for you a Spiderman as well."

I took the comic and flipped through it. "I've never read a comic book before."

"What? I find it hard to believe that anyone in this day and age hasn't picked up a comic of some sort."

"I guess I was just never into them."

"But you do know Spiderman, right?" He implored.

"Of course." I snorted. "Just because I never read the comics doesn't mean I haven't seen the movies. Andrew Garfield is hot."

"That's what you get from Spiderman? Andrew Garfield is hot?" Shaking his head in mock horror. "I'm disappointed."

"I never claimed to be a huge superhero fan."

"We're going to have to work on that."

I laughed. "If you don't mind my asking, how old are you, Edward?"

"I'm twenty eight. You?"

"Twenty seven."

We sat quietly for a minute.

"Married?" He asked.

"Me?" I laughed. "No. Not even close."

He nodded.

"Are you?"

"Nope. Apparently no one wants to marry a guy who still reads comic books and hangs out at the laundromat on Friday nights."

"There's a lot to be said for the laundromat on Friday night."

"I quite agree." His lips quirked up on one side and my toes curled. Edward was definitely easy on the eyes.

We sat in companionable silence, each of reading from our Spiderman comics for twenty minutes. I pulled out a butterscotch candy from my purse and offering him one as well.

"Don't mind if I do." He popped the hard candy into his mouth and grinned again. "Love these, haven't had one in years."

"They're my favorite."

"Well, thank you for sharing, Bella."

"You're quite welcome."

We folded our dry clothes together a while later and as I was packing up Edward leaned into me conspiratorially.

"Meet me here, next Friday, eleven thirty," He dropped another Spiderman comic on top of my clean laundry. "Speak not of this to anyone."

He took my hand in his and tingles ran straight up my arm, I watched in shock as he pressed his lips to the back of my hand and then smiled.

"I'll be here."

Doing laundry had just become the most appealing part of my week.