We drove in silence. But not the awkward kind of silence I always try to fill by rambling on about whatever pops into my mind. No, this was comfortable silence. We had been driving for about 20 minutes, though never going over 30 mph because it was lunch time on a Monday morning. Every so often, Edward would take his eyes off the road, stare at me, and kiss my hand, intertwined with his. After the 30 minute car ride, that should have only taken 10, Edward pulled into a shopping area and parked the car, and I started to open my door.

"Bella, at least try and let me be a gentleman," he said, stopping my arm from opening the door. Edward got out of the car, walked over to my side, and opened my door for me. He held out a hand for me, and I took it.

"You know, I am capable of opening my own door."

"Oh of course you are," he replied in a mocking tone, as if he truly thought I wasn't able to. He smiled and pulled me by the hand up to the door of an empty store.

"Edward what is...," I was silenced by his finger pressed against my lips.

"Shhh, follow me," he said, pulling out a key and unlocking the front door. The entrance was gorgeous. The doors were set in an alcove with 3 brick steps leading up to them. There were two light wooden doors with glass in the middle. Edward opened the door and led me inside. The empty room was huge, with a loft over looking the space. The walls were made of brick, and the floors, of wood. I was in complete awe of the gorgeous place I had just entered. Two hands wrapped around my waist from behind me, breaking me from my trance.

"So what do you think?" He asked me. I turned around.

"It's gorgeous. What's it for?" I asked him.

"My restaurant," he stated as a matter-of-factly.

"You're opening up a restaurant?"

"Mmhmm," he smiled. "Look, I can put the hostess stand right here," he motioned with his hands just in front of the door. "And the kitchen can go in the back. There can be tables and chairs all around here," he said moving his hands throughout the center of the room. "And the loft can be used for VIP. What do you think?"

"That's amazing," I said, still staring out into the beautiful area. "I didn't know you wanted to open your own restaurant. What happened to law school?" Didn't he just graduate from Harvard? I thought. I guess a lot of things can change in just a few years.

"I quit Harvard after my first year. It was never my dream of being a lawyer. That was what my dad wanted for me. He wanted me to join his firm, eventually take over when he was done. But I realized, it was never what I wanted," he shrugged, "so I left, though my dad wasn't too happy about it."

"Edward, that's great," I told him, caressing his cheek. "I mean, that you found what you want to do. I still have no clue. I mean shouldn't I know by now? After all that time in college, all I got out of it was a degree majored in Journalism. I know I've always wanted to write, but that's such a broad category. I just keep worrying that I'm going to end up working at some huge corporation, hating my job till I can retire at 60." Edward looked deep into my eyes, comforting me by rubbing my arms.

"You'll figure it out. I know it."

"I'm sorry," I said, rubbing my teary eyes. "You wanted to show me your restaurant and I just end up ruining it with my own problems. Why don't you show me the loft," I suggested.

"Bella, never be afraid to tell me what's on your mind," he said, rubbing my cheek bone. I just nodded, as he took hold of my hand and led me to the spiral staircase leading to the loft. It was much smaller than the downstairs, but I could definitely the potential for a few romantic tables spread out, giving the VIP guests some privacy.

"How long ago did you get this place?" I asked, bending down to sit at the edge of the loft, letting my legs dangle.

"It used to be a used book store. I would come here all the time. The old man that owned it was lonely. He didn't have many relatives. From what I heard, he only had one half sister who lived in Oregon, but they didn't talk much. His wife died many years ago. So I would keep him company as often as I could. Last March, he past away of old age. He left most of his belongings to the state, except this place."

"He left this place for you?" I asked. Edward was so sweet, keeping that man company when he had no one. Not many people would be kind enough to do that.

Edward nodded. "At the time, I didn't know what I wanted to do either. But Esme always told me I was a great cook. So I thought, why not? This place was never really meant for a bookstore anyways." Edward took my hand and began tracing his fingertips along mine. "The only things I am sure of about this place right now are that I am going to name it Twilight, and I want it to be an Italian restaurant. You like Italian don't you?"

"My names Bella, silly, of course I like Italian," I smirked.

"Good," he smiled, looking deep into my eyes. We sat in silence for the time, just enjoying each others company. We eventually moved to the position of Edward sitting, leaning against the wall, and me, lying my head on his shoulder. Edward had one arm wrapped around me, as I had one wrapped around him, and we held our other hands together, in his lap. This was heaven to me.

Eventually, it got dark outside, and we were interrupted in our peace by Edward's cell phone. His ring tone made me giggle as it played "What is Love?" by Haddaway.

"Hello... Hi Mom, what's up?" Esme called him. I mouthed for him to tell her I said hi, as he did. "Bella says hi... Yeah, I've been with her all day... Sure, what time?... Okay, we'll both be there," and he hung up the phone. We'll both be where? "Looks like we're invited to dinner," he smiled that crooked smiled I loved so much. With that, Edward stood up, pulling me with him, and we left the gorgeous, soon to be restaurant.

We drove through Hollywood and into the Suburbs of Beverly Hills. Again, we sat in silence, holding hands most of the way.

"Who exactly is going to be at dinner?" I asked worrying if Alice would be there, though I was almost positive she would be.

"Everyone," he smiled, knowing what I was so worried about. As soon as I got into their house, I knew Alice would bombard me with questions of what happened the previous night. Edward pulled up to the Cullen house and opened my door for me. He took my hand, rubbing comforting circles on my palm, as we walked to the door.

"It'll be fine. I promise not to let the big bad Alice hurt you," he joked. "But truly, it won't be so bad," he told me and kissed me on the side of my face, just next to my eyebrow as we ringed the doorbell and stood waiting for it to open. The door swung open, and sure enough, there was Alice, jittery for information.

"Oh my god!" she yelled, pulled me by the arm, and ran upstairs to her room. Once inside, Alice locked her door, turned to me and said, "Spill!"

Shit!