A/N: Sorry, I forgot the disclaimer last chapter. I don't really feel it's necessary, though. I mean, I obviously don't own Twilight. If I did, then I would be off on some private island with the real Edward Cullen. Not writing fanfiction while staring at the dreamy pictures on my wall.

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BellaPOV

I really need to get out of here.

Being stuck in this house is driving me crazy. It's too quiet, it's too plain, and I need a new place to do my writing.

I checked my laptop, and smiled to myself when I saw that the battery level was full. For once, I'm glad I left it plugged in all night. I packed it up, and quickly got dressed. Throwing on a t-shirt, and some fitting skinny jeans that Rose had bought me a few weeks back. They weren't horribly uncomfortable, quite the opposite actually. I've made an agreement with her that when I go out in public, I will wear at least a nice shirt, or some nice jeans, and mascara. She promises not to criticize me as long as I follow these conditions, and accept nice clothes from her every once in a while.

I grabbed a five and stuffed it in my pocket, along with my cell. I grabbed my laptop and headed out the front door.

The fresh air definitely felt nice. The sun was out, and it made the street look lively. It sparkled across the neighbor's lawn, the sprinklers causing a rainbow effect, which my kids absolutely adored. It was one of those movie moments. The girl was walking down the sunny sidewalk. She's thinking about true love, or more modernly, talking on her cell phone and not watching where she's going. All of a sudden, she bumps into the most gorgeous man she's ever seen.

It's too bad that doesn't happen in real life. I'm obviously not that girl. I don't walk down sidewalks absentmindedly. I have a purpose. I always have a purpose. I don't fantasize about true love. It's not something worth pining for. It never works out as perfect as it does in movies. And, I definitely don't believe in love at first sight. You can't just look up to see the most gorgeous person you've ever seen, and claim them as your soulmate. My 'soulmate', if there is a such thing, probably isn't all that great looking.

I smiled as I reached my destination. Starbucks.

There are always a lot of people working on their laptops when you come here. So, I figured, why don't I give it a shot? I mean, being surrounded by a bunch of people with your same goal, nice wallpaper, and the intoxicating smell of fresh coffee.

I might consider making this my permanent 'office'.

I walked up to the counter. An overly-excited teenager greeted me energetically. They should really not let them drink so much coffee on the job.

"Just a tall cup of black coffee, please," I requested, knowing my order was out of place at a fancy shop like Starbucks. He rang me up and handed me a nice warm cup. I just smiled before sitting at the last free table. It was more busy than I had expected.

I opened my laptop, and sighed before going back to work on my latest article.

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EdwardPOV

"Jessica, I'm going out for lunch today," I told the nurse at the front desk. Jessica was one of the many members of the Edward Cullen fanclub. Ever since I started working here, nurses have been throwing themselves at me left and right. I've gotten good at ignoring it, but it makes it rather hard to make friends in this place.

Angela Weber, she was the one woman who didn't throw herself at my feet. It might have something to do with the fact that she's married, but that sure didn't stop the rest of the women around here. She was one of the few people that I knew I could trust. She helped me with a woman's point of view of things.

Her husband, Ben, was pretty nice as well. He works at the hospital here, but he was in a separate wing, and we hardly ever crossed paths. He also trusts me around his wife, which really surprised me at first, considering my reputation around here. Ben and Angela have invited me to lunch with them quite a few times, and I can honestly say they're good friends.

Unfortunately, today I wasn't going to lunch with them. Or anybody for that matter. I just need to get away from this hospital. The white walls, white beds, white desks, and white computers are easy to get sick of.

After clocking out, I walked outside, and instantly smiled when I saw all the color around me. The sun was shining perfectly, the sidewalk was busy with people, the traffic was flowing nicely for once, and the Starbucks across the street was calling for me.

I entered the crowded, over-priced, coffee franchise, and took a look at my surroundings. There were a majority of people working on laptops, and a handful socializing. The line was starting to die down, so I quickly walked to the end of it, hoping to get my coffee and go.

That's when I saw her.

She was sitting on one of the beige couches. Her chin was resting on her hand, and she looked like she was studying something on her laptop. Her legs were uncrossed, the right one tapping impatiently. She took her delicate looking hand away from her chin, and ran it through her hair before she started typing. I noticed that she had a frustrated look in her eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she hit a key repeatedly in annoyance.

The fluorescent lights made her deep brown hair glow. It looked oddly natural, which is something you don't see very much here in California. It had soft waves, which also looked natural, not fried and covered with two pounds of hairspray. She was wearing a semi-fitting t-shirt, and it made me realize, that she must be pretty confident, to go out in such a casual outfit, when the rest of the world is pressuring you to wear short skirts and shirts that didn't cover enough to even be called a shirt.

Maybe the world isn't turning into a huge, brainless conformity.

"Sir? Can I help you?"

I turned to face the teenager at the counter. I hadn't even realized that the line had moved.

"Um. Just a cup of black coffee," I said, my hand autonomously running through my messy locks.

I robotically paid, grabbing the warm cup.

It was then that I realized, the only seat left was the one next to her on the couch. I wasn't planning on staying here, but I don't really want to face the lunch crowd today do I?

Well, that's a big fat lie. I don't particularly care about the lunch crowd. It won't make me late for work, considering it takes about a whole 10 seconds to walk there. It's only Tuesday, too. Nothing exciting happens on Tuesdays. Fridays are the worst, with half the state on furlough. I rolled my eyes, and silently cursed our government. They're making these hard times even worse.

I took in a deep breath, and walked over to her.

Why is this so hard? It's just a seat. I don't even have to talk to her.

But I want to. She seems genuinely interesting. Although, I thought the same thing of Victoria, one of the nurses at my work, before she decided to try and seduce me, like everyone else around here.

I need to seriously grow some balls. Standing here, thinking about doing something isn't going to work.

"Can I sit here?" I asked, getting it out before I changed my mind and left.

She nodded, not even looking up.

Great. I finally get the courage to do something, and it doesn't even register to her.

Wait. Wait, wait, wait. I'm Edward freaking Cullen. I'm never nervous, especially around women. So, why now? I can get any woman I want. All I have to do is smile. So, what the hell is going on?

I noticed her laptop case, on the ground by her feet. A Jonas Brother's sticker was smack dab in the middle of the side facing me.

"Jonas Brothers?" I questioned, hoping to get a response.

She stopped typing, and ran her fingers through her hair again. She turned to face me, her cheeks tinted slightly pink.

She was more beautiful than I imagined. Her large, brown eyes, were deeper than I thought possible. Her bone structure was perfect, and her pink lips looked absolutely delicious. Her mouth opened briefly, before she bit her lip.

I brought my attention back to her eyes.

"Um. My daughter loves them," she said, nervously.

"Oh. My daughters do too." I replied, smiling, and trying to remove the awkward atmosphere, "How old is your daughter?"

She studied my face quickly.

"First, promise me you're not a psycho stalker, child molester, or serial killer," she said, in a serious tone.

I chuckled shortly, "I promise."

She raised one eyebrow.

"Pinky swear?" she asked, sticking her pinky out, reminding me of Emmett.

"Pinky swear." I confirmed, sticking my own pinky out to meet hers.

Her mouth quickly changed into a big grin, showing off her perfect teeth.

I couldn't help but smile too.

"I'm Bella, by the way,"

Bella. That's a beautiful name.

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BellaPOV

"Edward," the dazzling man responded, the corners of his mouth lifting up into another smile.

I find it hard to believe that the most gorgeous man in the world has such a great personality. He doesn't seem the type that just wants to get in your pants, which is understandably expected from a man of his beauty.

But, he is a father.

Which means he's probably married.

Oh, god. He's probably married to some five-foot-ten supermodel, with a perfectly bronzed body, with perfect curves in the perfect place. With natural, shiny perfect hair, and sparkling eyes that almost rivaled his own.

Snap out of it, Bella.

He's talking to you, wife or not. He seems like a great guy, so don't fucking ruin it.

"Oh, um, my daughter. She's 12" I said lamely, bringing us back to our previous conversation, "She started middle school yesterday. It's so sad, they're growing up too fast."

"I know how you feel. My twins started high school yesterday. They're excited, but when I think back to my high school adventures. Oh, god." he said with a nervous laugh.

"Mhm. My oldest is in high school. He's a sophomore. It seems like he was just a little kid, when we brought Emmy home from the hospital," I said, sighing.

"Emmy?" he asked, seeming honestly interested.

"Yeah. She's my daughter, the one I mentioned earlier. Emma is her full name. But, she prefers Emmy. Um, Connor, he's the oldest. And, Jace is the youngest. He's only eight." I explained.

"I just have my twins. Jessa and Lexa. They're both 14," he replied.

"Ah. Not so easy when they get to that age, huh? Must be hard for you as a father, with two teenage girls," I said, recalling from my own experience. It's not easy to get through to kids of the opposite sex when they reach adolescence.

"You're right about that. My sister helps out when she can, but she travels a lot. It's not easy being a single father with only daughters."

"You're a single father?" I blurted out.

I hardly believe that he is single. I mean, he's breathtaking. And he's a good, honest man.

He nodded, with a quizzical look on his face.

"It's just..." I stammered, "You seem like the perfect husband. Why in the world are you single?"

Oh, great, Bella. Just pry into his personal life. He's gonna think you're annoying and rude. Way to go, ruining any chance you have to get to know this man.

"Well, women tend to throw themselves at my feet. None of which know anything about me, except for the fact that I'm apparently 'the hottest guy they've ever seen' and they heard a rumor that I was great in bed, which I will neither confirm or deny," he responded, not seeming angry by my question I was sure would drive him away.

He smirked after finishing the last line, and I laughed quietly. His reason was legit, I mean, I could understand why women would throw themselves all over him. Of course, I would never do that. Not because I don't think he is the most dazzling man in the universe, but because he is obviously way out of my league, and I would just make a fool out of myself.

"Well, my story isn't that interesting. I'm just a plain, average girl, and people don't tend to look twice at me. After I divorced with my husband, I haven't really dated. I have kids to take care of," I stated simply.

His mouth turned into a frown, and his green eyes pierced mine.

"Bella. You're not plain or average. You're stunning. Don't let me hear you say you're boring, or not worth looking twice at. Seriously, Bella, you don't see yourself clearly." he said. It was so sincere, I wanted to believe it.

"I think you need to get glasses," I joked.

His hand flew through his hair, messing it up even more.

"Bella, you're beautiful. I mean it. Stop this bullshit right now, alright?" he said, sharply. His eyes looked honest. I couldn't help but believe him.

I nodded, biting my lip.

He put his hand over my own, and I immediately felt a shock. His hands were incredibly soft, and caused a better reaction than I got when kissing Jake. Whatever it was, he must have felt it too. He looked to my eyes, almost in panic. He quickly pulled his hand away, and ran it through his tangled mane again.

"I have to go back to work," he whispered, before getting up and leaving the over-priced coffee chain.

I suddenly felt cold without his presence. I grabbed my stuff and walked home quickly.

What in the world just happened?

All I knew was that I was coming back to Starbucks tomorrow.

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A/N: Well, this chapter was quite fun to write. It was fun getting into their minds. The chapter didn't end up exactly how I was planning it, but, what can I say? The characters have ideas of their own that manage to end up in my story.