As I rode in the backseat of the taxi to the restaurant, my mind kept replaying images from earlier today. Rob slamming the palms of his hands on the table, cursing under his breath, and eventually storming out of the room.

All I could think was this was probably going to be the worst date of all time, fake or not.

The taxi pulled over to the curb and a man was immediately at my door, holding it open for me as I stepped out in a cotton shirtdress and nude booties [.?ID=484086&CategoryID=14541].

I walked up the cement pathway behind an ivy-covered wall into the restaurant. An older gentleman greeted me, "Are you meeting someone, miss?" I nodded, peering on my tiptoes behind his shoulder to see if I could catch a glimpse of Robert.

"Yeah, I don't see—"

"We have a reservation under Emilia," someone – Rob – said behind me.

"Right," I faked a smile at the host.

"Right this way," he grinned, picking up two menus off the counter before leading Rob and me to our table outside on the patio. For the most part it was dark except for the twinkling lights that hung in the trees that canopied over the outside diners.

Once we took our seats, Rob instantly started looking through the menu. One side was in English and the other in Italian. We were completely silent as we scanned the menu, which was short as it was. I had known what I wanted five minutes ago and I even triple checked it.

I cleared my throat before speaking. Someone needed to say something or we'd be sitting here in silence all night. "This is really awkward."

His grave expression caught me off guard, "Emilia, can we not go into this right now?"

"You know," I started, "It's not like I want to be here either." I kept my tone steady, not wanting to cause uproar. "You clearly would rather be somewhere else tonight—"

Rob pushed his chair away from the table and slammed his napkin down on his plate. "You don't know the first thing about me."

Before I could ask where he was going, he answered for me. "I'm going to the bathroom."

Once he had disappeared inside, I noticed the server was standing uncomfortably, pen and pad in hand ready to take our order.

"Uh," I hesitated. "We're going to need a few more minutes," I told him.

He nodded timidly and greeted the next table over.

Rob returned a few minutes later, the grim look still on his face. "Has the waiter come around?"

"Yes, you were in the bathroom."

The tone of the rest of the evening did not change. Rob remained in the same 'I'm-going-to-be-a-jack-ass' mood and I sat there bewildered trying to come up with reasons why so many girls were in love with him. He had pretty hands; I'll give him that. And his eyes were a peculiarly beautiful shade of blue. But those were two things that he had no responsibility over.

After he paid for the bill, I followed him outside and hopped in the first cab I saw. I didn't even bother asking if he wanted to share a ride because frankly, I don't think I would have been able to handle another twenty minutes in his presence. It was that bad.

"How was it?" Katy exclaimed as soon as I entered our apartment.

I moaned. "Painful."

"What?" my other roommate, Hudson, echoed from her bedroom. "What do you mean painful?"

I fell onto the couch, exhausted. The two met me in the living room and muted the TV.

"Was it that bad?" Katy asked.

I nodded, closing my eyes. "He is such an ass. I don't think we actually had a conversation."

"What are you going to do?" Hudson questioned, heading towards the kitchen to fix a pot of tea. "Are you going to quit?"

"No," I murmured, even though that's exactly what I wanted to do. "I'm going to talk to Stephanie tomorrow in the office. Hopefully she'll have some words of wisdom for me."

"Hang in there, kid," Katy said, unmuting the TV and picking a magazine up off the table.

I grabbed the magazine from her grasp, noticing a small picture of Rob and Kristen on the top corner of it. "See, that's exactly what I don't want happening to me," I explained, pointing to the photograph. "I don't want to be known as Robert Pattinson's girlfriend. If people see me with him, that's all I'll ever be known for - 'Oh yeah, you were dating Robert Pattinson.' I want people to know me for being me, to make a name for myself."

"Do you know how many girls would kill to be in your position?" Hudson asked rhetorically, returning to the living room with two mugs of tea – one for me and the other for her. Katy hated tea.

"This is crazy, but what if you, like, disguised yourself – came up with an entirely new identity – when you went out with him?" Katy suggested.

It was mad, but it was also genius. "Do you think I could pull it off?"

"With my makeup skills, a new wardrobe, and a wig you'd be golden," she beamed.

I arrived at the office a few minutes early, hoping to catch Stephanie to talk before she got busy with work, but her door was shut tightly. I learned last week to never bother her when her door was closed when one of the assistants barged in on her in the middle of an important phone call. It was not pretty.

So I sat at my desk and logged onto the computer. While it was starting up, I stared out the window overlooking Wilshire Blvd. Cars slammed on their horns when someone cut in front of them and sirens zoomed down the street. It was already so busy and it wasn't even 9am.

"Hey," a faint voice said, startling me. I tore my gaze from outside and swirled around in my chair towards the voice.

"Hi?" I inquired, astonished to see Rob standing beside my desk.

"Erm," he hesitated. "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?"

"Sure…" I answered cautiously. "What about?" I asked as we stepped out into the hallway outside the office. "Were you just talking to Stephanie?"

He nodded and leaned his back against the wall. "I need to apologize for last night."

I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest.

He groaned and pulled at his hair. "I swear, I'm truly sorry. I am just having an incredibly hard time dealing with this right now." He motioned between him and me with his hands. I listened intently as he continued. "I guess I took my anger towards Stephanie and my manager, Nick, out on you. I know you didn't do anything to deserve the way I treated you last night."

Still bitter, I couldn't help but ask if Stephanie forced him to apologize.

"No, of course not," he replied.

"Then what were you talking to her about?"

"I asked her to rethink this whole thing, but she refused. Her mind is set on it, but I understand if you want nothing to do with me after last night."

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" I asked, offended.

"No, it's not like that at all. I just, I know what it's like to be under constant scrutiny. Under no circumstance would I ever sign up to do something that would put me in that position."

"Well," I faltered. "You kinda did when you signed onto the Twilight movies," I laughed softly.

He mimicked my laughter and for once, I saw him smile. You can add that to my previous list of why girls love him.

"I honestly don't think I'd be able to handle all the criticism," I told him, and he nodded disappointingly. "But, I do propose a solution."

His head perked up.

"It's kinda silly, but my roommates and I were talking about it last night. What if I had this totally different identity when I am with you?"

"Like a costume?" he queried.

"Like a costume," I concurred.

He took a deep breath. "So we're going to do this?"

I nodded, "I guess so."