Chapter 9
I tell Edward I've got to use the restroom real quick. As I open the door, the first place I go is not the stall, but the mirror. "Ah, man," I mumble to myself as I notice mascara streaks down the sides of my face. How embarrassing; especially in front of Edward.
I quickly wipe them off, and wash my hands.
As I sit back down at the table, I notice Edward staring at me.
"What?" I ask. "Do I have something on my face?" Of course I know I don't, I was just at the mirror, but I'm anxious to know his reply.
"No, you look great," He says, and I can hear the sincerity in his voice.
I feel myself blushing. "Thanks," I reply.
"Hey," He asks me, "You wanna get out of here?"
Now I'm curious. "Where to?"
"Back to my place," He says. "We can finish our coffee out on the front porch."
"Will we wake Rosalie?" I ask, being considerate.
"No, she's a hard sleeper; we won't have to worry about waking her up."
"Okay."
AN: I know it's really short, but REVIEW!
