Two days later, I was sitting at the coffee shop, waiting for some stupid guy to show up. I really did not want to do this. We were supposed to meet at seven o'clock; it was almost seven-thirty. I was literally gripping the arms of the chair to keep from leaving. Every time the damn bell dinged above the door, my heart stopped. I was hoping he didn't show up, after all he hadn't paid anything…so Alice said. When the bell dinged yet again, I glanced up and forgot to breathe.
What the fuck was he doing here tonight of all nights? Did he come here just to embarrass me? Or to make me nervous or what? Edward smiled at me, and walked on by. I didn't dare glance back to see where he was, I didn't want to know. I smoothed out the skirt of my white summer dress, and stared straight ahead. Wait…oh my gosh, was it him? Was that why the 'client' refused to pay anything? No, no! Damn it Bella do not get your hopes up! My heart was going so fast I thought it might jump out of my chest! I sat there for about ten more minutes, and then pulled out my cell phone.
I dialed Alice's number, and waited impatiently for her to answer. "Bella, why are you calling me when you should be on a date?" She demanded. "I don't know Alice, maybe because the creep hasn't bothered to show up yet." I snapped. "And do you happen to know why Edward decided to show up here?" I whispered praying he hadn't heard me. She just laughed, and replied, "It is a coffee shop, Bella. Maybe he's meeting someone. Here call this number and see where your date is." I listened as she prattled off the number and then hung up without saying goodbye. I felt a little bad, but oh well. I was flustered. I dialed the number I'd written down, and then tapped my foot impatiently as it rang, and rang, and then the voicemail picked up.
"Yeah, hi this is your date calling to find out where the hell you are. I'm leaving in five minutes." I snapped my phone shut, and ignored the little voice in my head telling me to turn around. I would not look at him, not even once. He knew this was where I was meeting Alice's client, so I knew it wasn't just a coincidence that he was here; even if he was meeting someone. I waited exactly five more minutes, and was about to leave when a guy approached me. "Excuse me are you Bella?" he asked nervously. He wasn't bad looking, a little geeky maybe, but that was okay. He was tall, lanky though, he had icy blue eyes, and blondish brown hair. It was so cute that he was nervous, but I wasn't letting him off the hook that easily.
"Yeah, that's me." I said dryly. He sat down instantly, but kept glancing over my head. I arched my brow, and crossed my arms. "Can I help you with something?" I said a bit harshly. Hey, he was forty-five minutes late, paying client or not, that's just rude. "I'm sorry, my name's Mike, I'm sorry I'm so late I'm just a bit nervous. I've never done this kinda thing before, and well, yeah as I said I'm nervous. And now I'm rambling. Okay, I'm finished." He prattled off, fidgeting with his fingers. I couldn't help it, I laughed. It was kind of cute, him being so nervous. I sighed, and uncrossed my arms.
"Don't sweat it, really. I've been later than this with clients before. Sorry I snapped it's been a rough day." I apologized with a small smile. He smiled in return, and though it was no Edward smile, it was nice all in its own. We sat there and talked for a while, conversation flowing easily between us. We ended up ordering just dessert, and once finished, he offered to walk me home. He was sweet enough throughout our 'date', if you could even cal lit that, so I figured why not? We'd just got to my door, and I was about to invite him in when my door opened. That caught me off guard in itself, but the person on the other side, that almost gave me a heart attack.
"Hello, love. Did you have a nice time?" Edward asked, a smile resting on his face. My jaw dropped, I couldn't help it. First of all, when did he leave the coffee shop? Second of all, where in the fuck did he get a key to my apartment? And lastly, why the hell did he just call me love?? What. The. Fuck. "Edward, what are you doing?" I asked through gritted teeth. "What? I can't greet my wife at the door?" he asked, still smiling. Okay, wait…WHAT?! "Oh, uhh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were married. I'll just...Uh...yeah bye." Mike stated and hurried off. Just as I was about to yell, Edward grabbed my arm and yanked me inside.