The next morning, I woke up and stretched out my dormant muscles. Reluctantly, I turned to face the other side of my bed, knowing I would find it empty. If only Edward was here to stroke my cheek and kiss me good morning. Damn, I was crushing hard on this guy! Calm down Bella, you only met him last night. Plus he's not going to be impressed with some girl drooling all over him, he probably has loads of girls lining up for him that he can take his pick of.

Nevertheless, I kept my hopes high as I got ready for work. Everything about last night was so perfect that I hope I didn't dream the whole thing. What if our coffee date later didn't live up to my expectations? I shook my head and chastised myself for worrying so much. My every waking thought and then some had been consumed by Edward since we met. Since when was I that girl?!

After my reality check, I glanced at my clock for a time check and hopped to it. Shit! I'm so going to be late. While pulling on some random clothes I realized that I probably wasn't going to have time to get ready between work and coffee and I wanted to look good for Edward. Luckily, I spotted my fresh from the dry cleaners go-to Marc Jacobs dress which had never let me down. I paired them with heels and was out the door.

Time seemed to spite me that day by taking its time and passing exceptionally slow. I was squirming in my seat. True, I was excited to see Edward, but I was also itching for some relaxing downtime. I had suggested my favorite coffeehouse in the village. It had great coffee, comfy couches and best of all tons of books and trinkets scattered throughout. It was a snuggly living room home away from home tucked away within the concrete jungle of Manhattan. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore the city, but sometimes a girl just needs some peace and quiet. Taking Edward there would be the perfect date – cozy and romantic.

I heard some mumbling to my left as I snapped myself out of my latest daydream.

"Sorry, what?" I looked up to find my friend Danielle staring at me quizzically.

"I said are you staying late tonight?"

"Um, no…" I said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh, well it's 5:15 already. You usually don't stay a minute longer than you have to."

"Right. Um, I guess I got a little distracted. I'll see you tomorrow, have a nice night!" I muttered. I tottered out of there as fast as I could in my hell heels.