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Lucky Coincidence – Chapter 2 – My stupid luck

I got to work in a trance-like state, I pulled into my normal spot; the spot one left of the one right in front of the door and jumped out of the car. Like I mentioned before I work at the Forks Jewelry Store as the manager. Angela is the only employee -we don't get much business- so in a way I am her boss, which has its advantages. I had always wanted to work at the jewelry store since I've been in Forks and finally I got my wish. See I am a romantic and so all the couples coming in for wedding bands, and the men coming in for engagement rings, and people just coming in to get their sweethearts something makes my heart swell. I think I am such a gung-ho romantic because of the lack of romance in my life. I remember when I became a romantic; it was after I had read this series of vampire books The Twilight Saga when I was thirteen. And since then I have been a huge romantic ever since. But, I have paid for my mistakes of just wanting romance and rushing into a relationship with Mike Newton-

I was pulled out of my thoughts as I was distracted by the loud noise coming from the back of the room. Angela was sitting in front of this huge fan that was oh high and making quite a racket. She was sitting directly in front of it, but still was sweating bullets; she is always so much warmer than me since the pregnancy in rooms.

"Finally! Bella. The air conditioning died!" Angela said, frantic.

"Ang. You didn't turn it on," I laughed but it wasn't that full, I was still just stuck in the trance. Turning on the air, I sat down next to Angela and stared blankly at the wall thinking of him.

"Bells, what's up?" she asked, she of course had noticed my trance and distractedness.

"Well I met this guy … okay I didn't meet him but I saw him at the gym…and well I just can't stop thinking about him!" I told dreamily, but a little frustrated, the gym guy- as I have dubbed him not knowing his name- had laughed at my clumsiness and I didn't even know his name so why is it I couldn't stop thinking about him!

"Oooh … ?" she yet again pulled me out of my thoughts. I looked at her, her eyebrows were raised, her hands were folded on the top of her getting big tummy.

"He was over in the weights. Oh, Ang. He was so … so … godlike," finally picking a word to describe him best- "He was far enough away I couldn't see too many details about his face and eyes, but her had handsome chiseled features. And oh man he was so muscular. Great abs too. And he had the most beautiful untidy bronze hair. And a beautiful crooked smile! Ang. I haven't felt like this since High School! And then it just came crashing down around me with Mike cheating on me on the beach, doing it with her, with Jessica. And just after we had professed and acted on our love. I thought he was the one. And he dumped me for a slut. I haven't looked at a man like this since then! And then he comes along …" I remembered back to this morning yet again going through the time at the gym, and then the end of my workout came rushing into my mind.

"But of course, me and my clumsiness. I fell off the treadmill and he saw and was laughing! That was how I saw his smile," I cried.

"Aww, Bells, don't worry about it, anyone would have laughed. And maybe he didn't see and was laughing at something else outside," she tried to comfort me.

"No. He saw. I fell just as he walked past me. There was no way he couldn't have seen me! And I know he was laughing at me! Like you said anyone would have laughed!" I said. She just grimaced.

"But oh Ang. He was just so perfect. Tall masculine and oh so handsome. I just can't get over him. He has been filling my mind! And I can't get him out! I just keep thinking of his muscles rolling as he did arm curls. His abs I could see was a six-pack from underneath his tight shirt-,"

I heard the ringing of the bells on the door, that the owner insisted to be put up, I guess it was good in this situation because otherwise I would have had no idea someone came in. "Hi, welcome to Forks Jewelry Store," I said as routine in my most cheery voice, without looking up.

"But anyway, I can't stop thinking about his beautiful bronze hair, untidy yet totally perfect. He's just so perfect, his hair, his muscles, his handsome chiseled features, he has to be the most handsomest guy I have seen in ages, and it was like love at" I said but Angela grunted and pointed. "Angela, I know someone is here." But she kept pointing, so I gave in and looked at the person who was standing over by the ring case. "Love at … first … sight …,"I muttered awestruck at what I was seeing. "Oh my god ... it's ... Ang it's him!" I breathed.

"Oh my GOD! Seriously?! Go talk to him! Go now! The MANAGER-," she raised her voice while saying my status in this business obviously trying to impress him "can wait on people once in a while. And anyway, I don't feel like getting up."

"No-no I can't go and wait on him! I will make a complete and utter fool of myself!"

"No you won't. Just go up there and talk to him. Don't worry. You will do great."

"No I can't do this. I can't. I can't!" I pleaded.

"Yes you can now go!" she pushed me up out of the metal folding chair and kicked my butt to push me farther.

"Say something!" she hissed and then I heard her shift in her chair probably to look the other way. Give us our privacy.

"H-h-h-hi." I stuttered, great. "Do you need any help?"

"Um, yes, I think I might need some help," he said looking up from the ring case. Our eyes met, and it was like there was a deep connection between us, this has to be love at first sight.

He smiled that beautiful crooked smile I saw through the window at the gym.

He chuckled, "How's your head?"

"Huh?" I said, lifting my left hand to touch my forehead. I saw his eye dart to my fourth finger, my ring finger, quickly, almost absentmindedly. He seemed pleased by the absence of a ring, his smiled widened a little, showing more of his beautiful and perfect pearly whites.

"You fell. At the gym? Tripped off the treadmill. Looked like a hard fall."

"Oh. That," I forced a laugh, trying to look laidback, "I'm fine. I'm used to that type of thing happening to me …"

"Oh, so falling off treadmills is normal for you," he smirked raising his eyebrows.

"Oh no. Not falling off treadmills, just being clumsy in general."

"Oh, so you're the type, like the damsel in distress that a prince has to save."

My heart expanded, he's romantic too. I laughed again, but only partially forced, I was excited and happy to talk more to him. "Yep! Sounds like me!"

"Well, so I guess you must work your prince a lot, if tripping off treadmills is normal …"

"Oh. There isn't a prince …"

"Oh really? A beautiful girl like you doesn't have a prince? Shocker."

He called me beautiful! He called me beautiful! He called me beautiful!

"Um, anyway," he said, shaking his head a little like as to clear a thought from his mind. "I am here to look for an engagement ring."

And then all of my excitement came crashing down like the World Trade Buildings on 9/11. My face fell I felt it, and then my employee skills must have kicked in, because I plastered a smile onto my face, and asked in a cheery voice, "What kind of engagement ring are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for something special, not really big, but something that would stand out, something really beautiful," he explained.

"Well there are sets of two rings or these with single bands. Most are diamonds …because they are engagement rings. These here are the best sellers, they are kind of expensive, but It just depends on how much you care about the girl," I faked a smile and a laugh. My system was slowing shutting down I couldn't believe it. Why is it that I have such bad luck with guys? First Mike the cheater, and now hotty hot hotty gym guy that's about to be engaged. Well I guess could scratch this guy off my list … but I just can't.

"I don't have much of a budget. And of course I care about the girl more than anything. I am about to make her my fiancé."

"Alright, well, what are you looking for?"

"Like I said before… I'm looking for something special, not really big, but something that would stand out, something really beautiful."

"Oh right…" stupid stupid stupid, "Well, here is our smaller diamonds, there is the solitary diamond," I said gesturing to that section of the case, "There is the smaller main diamond, and diamonds lining the top of the ring. Shown here," I said pointing to the section of those rings, "There are these, in which there is a diamond in the middle and then some small sapphires in the ring surrounding the diamond." I passed my hand over that section of the few rings over the glass, "As I said before, there is the engagement ring with a fitting and matching wedding band. These here are those. There is also the ones that having a matching wedding band for the"- the word seemed to stick in my throat- "groom."

"I think she would like the single engagement ring. No other colors, just the diamond. And something with a few extra diamonds than the main large one. But, not too many, just a few."

"That would bring you to this section here." I said unlocking the back of the case, squatting down and pulling out the single box that had twenty rings all of similar style out of the case, I placed them on the top of the glass case in front of 'gym guy', "These are pretty much all we have that sound like the style you were thinking of."

"Yes, these look good; I will look at these and see what I think."

He bent over the rings, pushing a leg behind him and leaning on his elbows on the top of the counter. He studied them for what felt like a really long time, especially since I was forced to stand there staring at him so in case he needed help or wanted to look at a different batch. I stood there, as I watched him study the rings picking them up with his long pale fingers out of the velvet to look at them closer. He placed them back into the velvet gingerly as though they were fragile. He had a look of great concentration on his face, I could tell he really cared for the girl; he was really trying to get just the right ring. I couldn't stop watching him, his long fingers, how his upper arm muscles were all tense from leaning on his arms the way he was and seeing them roll whenever he would reach for the next ring. I watched his beautiful green eyes flicker from ring to ring looking for the next one to examine.

Finally, he looked up into my face holding up a silver ring in his hand, it was a beautiful one, with a modest diamond set on the top and three little diamonds on each side lay in the band that was skinny the rest of the way around. (.com/category/10/5/item/10-1-2293/ the engagement ring in question)

"I think this is the right one. Its beautiful, and perfect, I think she will love it."

"Alright," I said stepping forward, making sure that the smile was plastered on my face. "That ring there huh? It is very pretty." And I forced the words we are forced to say to any man who buys a ring slightly through my teeth, "I'm sure she will love it."

"I sure hope so."

I picked the rest of the not liked rings in the velvet case and placed it back in the glass case, and locked it. I picked the next key on the ring and squatted down farther to open the storage part of the case where we keep the little velvet square ring boxes. I came up from underneath the counter, turned around and grabbed the list of the rings.

"May I see it for a second so I can see its barcode?"

"Of course," He passed me the ring, and our fingers touched as we both held the ring for the split second. A shot of pleasant tingles ran up my arm, as I pulled my hand away I could still feel his touch and the tingles in my finger tips.

I turned the ring over to look at the barcode. I found the number on my master list.

"It would be that much there," I said pointing to the spot on the sheet where this particular ring was. His eyes widened a little when he saw the price. This ring wasn't exactly cheap.

"Alright, that's fine, I will get it."

"This large diamond here is 1.90 carats, this is authentic silver, and there is a separate matching wedding band for when you come back to look at wedding bands so you know."

"Thank you. That is great, it is very beautiful."

I walked behind the counter to the register, he followed outside the counter.

I scanned the barcode on the bottom of the ring and the price popped up on the little screen.

"Cash or Credit?"

"Credit. Who in the world would carry that much cash?" He said pulling the wallet out of his back pocket and pulling out a platinum credit card. So he was rich too.

"There have been some men that have come in here that paid for a more expensive ring, in cash. But, I agree, it's crazy."

"Yes, very odd." He handed me the square piece of plastic and I ran it through the swiper. I held it in my hand for a moment waiting to make sure the crappy register would print the receipt.

"I.D. please."

"Here ya go," He handed me his driver's license. I took it in my free hand and looked at the picture of him. It was beautiful, even as a crappy license picture, I found his birth date on the license quickly wondering how old he is. June 20, 1986. He is 23 years old, just like me. I looked down to his name quickly and see that it is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. Edward. It fits him, it fits him well, he seems like an Edward. Oh he must be the son of that doctor in town. Dr. Carlisle Cullen.

"Alright here is your ID and credit card."I said passing them back to him. He lifted his right hand and took them from my uplifted hand. Our fingers brushed again and I felt the tingling sensation run up my arm and stay in my fingers.

"And here is the receipt if you could just sign it right there," I said ripping it from the machine, grabbing a pen and laid them on the counter in front of him. He finished shoving his wallet in his pocket and picked up the pen and signed the stores receipt with a small neat handwriting. He pushed the receipt and pen forward toward me. I picked them up, putting the pen back in the cup and laid the receipt on the counter next to the register. I ripped off his copy of the receipt and handed it to him.

"And here is you copy. Now you have fourteen days if you would like to return it as long as you have the receipt." "But, I will recognize you and will know that you bought it here." Oh crap. I actually just said that. I looked down quickly and I could feel the blush rise in my cheeks. Stupid stupid stupid.

"I will just clip off the barcode and wrap it in the box." I said lifting my face, with of course that plastered on smile.

I grabbed the little ring box off the counter, pulled open the lid, and I placed the ring in the cushion of velvet. I snapped it shut, and grabbed a box from under the register, opened the lid and put a little bit of tissue paper on the bottom and up the sides. I placed the little ring box in the slightly larger silver box with the Forks Jewelry Store logo.

I grabbed a small opaque black plastic bag and placed the ring inside.

"Here you go…. Edward. Have a nice day, and I hope to see you back here before the wedding!" I smiled one last fake smile at him. He smiled back.

"Thank you. You too. I hope to see you too. Bye."

"Bye."

And Edward Cullen, the guy I had fallen in love with at first sight, walked out the door.

I went to the door to watch him go my heart tightening. I saw him get into a silver Volvo. Oh my God. The guy in my condo parking lot this morning couldn't be him. No way. That would just be one of those lucky lucky coincidences. Mark my sarcasm in lucky.

I watched as he drove out of the parking lot, and then around the corner and out of sight.

I walked numbly back to my metal folding chair and collapsed into it. Letting my shock and somewhat grief crash down on me. The only guy I have liked since high school is getting married.

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