I looked down at the piece of paper Bella had scribbled on for me last night. Her directions were as perfect as her handwriting and I got there in no time.

Peeking into the coffeehouse, it didn't look like Bella was here yet, so I politely waited outside. I was extremely pleased she had suggested a neighborhood café instead of some corporation clone coffee shop. At first glance the place looked warm and inviting, just like Bella.

I looked around what I could see of Bleecker Street and smiled. I loved exploring big cities and New York wasn't going to be an exception. I pictured Bella and I holding hands and window shopping, strolling in and out of stores just happy with each others' company. She had promised to show me around, and I was going to hold her to it. I really couldn't wait for her to share her favorite places with me.

Fifteen minutes later, Bella still hadn't arrived. I wondered if she forgot about our date. After all, she was a busy New York girl and she probably didn't have time to spare on charity cases like me. The very thought dampened my mood and I really hoped that wasn't the case. I could tell she liked me, our conversation last night was so animated. Maybe she was a bit tipsy? No, it didn't seem like it. I ran through 10 or 15 more scenarios in my head before I saw her tottering down the street. Damn, her legs looked good in those heels.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, slightly out of breath. She was wearing a beautiful dress that accented her form wonderfully. She was so adorable, with her bright smile and apologetic eyes. "Sorry, I lost track of time at work and got here as fast as my shoes would allow me," she said, grinning playfully.

"That's quite alright," I answered, before kissing her cheek. "You look beautiful, by the way…Shall we?"

We had planted ourselves on a squashy couch and had routinely asked about each other's days. I felt so comfortable in her presence, it felt like we had done this a thousand times before. I hoped that it would in fact become a regular occurrence in my life. Usually I was exhausted after a long day of work, but this was natural, undemanding. I could just sit here with Bella and be.

Our drinks came, coffee for Bella and tea for me. She chuckled quietly to herself while watching me accept the tea. "So that stereotype really is true, you're a typical Englishman!" I nodded at her cup, "Right and that over-caffeinated American look just happened to skip you, did it?" She tried to front and put a frown on her beautiful face, but I could tell she was bluffing. "Shut up!" she whispered, smiling slightly to herself. She was just like a little kitten who was trying to get its way, pulling me under her spell with her adorable mannerisms.

The next couple hours were spent reading old books and chatting here and there. I swear, the more time we spent there, the further I sank into the couch. I only wished Bella were snuggled up close to me instead of a couple feet away. I looked over at her and saw that she had drifted off to sleep. I took the opportunity to study her perfect features before brushing her cheek lightly. "Wake up, sleeping beauty," I murmured.

"Hmmm?" she stirred.

"It's getting late," I responded affectionately. "I should take you home before you totally pass out."

"Okaaaaaay," she yawned. Really, no words could express how adorable this girl was. She stretched herself out and after a couple tries extracted herself out of the Bella shaped crater she had made in the couch. "Do you want to come over to my apartment? I'll make us some dinner. Can't guarantee it'll be that good though…we could always order out…" she trailed off. Bella's apartment! Did she even have to ask? I practically pushed her out the door and into a cab. She understood my (hell) yes and gave the driver her address before promptly falling back asleep, this time curled up deliciously next to me.