We're standing in a pub still near the wharf with a round of beers in front of us. This place is a decent size, but the number of people in it makes it feel cramped. There's a live band playing a mixture of celtic music and covers of songs I recognize. Upstairs seems to be where most of the crowd is heading since there is a DJ and a dance floor. Alice already mentioned twice that she wants to head up there, but Jasper convinced her to have a drink downstairs first. She downs it pretty quickly and then is back to pulling on Jasper's arm to head up. He laughs and shakes his head, but finishes his drink.

"Anyone else coming?" she asks.

Kate agrees, telling her husband to come as well.

"I'm in too. Need to scope out the crowd," Jacob asserts. He looks like a man on a mission.

"Are you coming or staying Bella?" Alice asks.

I look to Edward who seems to be staying put.

"I'll stick to down here for now. Have fun," I reply.

I'm watching the group head up the stairs together when I feel Edward's hand on my arm.

"Let's go grab a table on the other side," he says, leaning down to my ear. "This is a good band to watch."

I follow behind as he leads the way to the tables closer to where the band is set up. There are people standing directly in front, some dancing while others talk. There's a high top table right at the edge of the dance floor that Edward puts his drink down on. I pull out the stool and sit down.

When Edward lets go of my arm to move to his own stool, I'm disappointed. With the band playing so close, it isn't easy to carry on a conversation sitting this far apart. Every so often we share a smile across the table, but our attention is focused on the band playing. At least that's where I'm trying to focus my attention when it isn't on the man sitting across from me, noticing how he's tapping along on the edge of his glass to the song.

The song finishes and Edward asks if I want another drink. I agree to another of the same and he pops up to head back to the bar. I watch him walk away before surveying the crowd of people around me. Most are as interested in the band as Edward had appeared to me. I wish for another excuse for him to touch me again, but then roll my eyes at myself knowing it's foolish. He's here for the music, not for the company.

He returns to the table with our drinks, standing next to my stool rather than taking his own. So maybe he does want to be closer. This unsure back and forth has more me insecure than any time I can remember.

"You having a good time?" he shouts into my ear over the music.

I tilt my head up to answer, "Yeah, it's been fun spending more time with everyone."

"Missing home?"

"I miss my dad and some of my friends, but not enough to want to leave here," I respond.

"No boyfriend back home waiting for you?" he asks looking at the band rather than me.

"Nope."

"Well that's good."

"It is?" I ask looking up as he makes eye contact once again.

"Of course. I'm too much of a gentleman to ask you on a date if you have a boyfriend back home," he smiles.