'Dad I think this is it'

I glanced towards the glass window of the Italian restaurant opposite them. It had a quaint feel to it, which surprised me, knowing that Alice recommended this restaurant with its highly regarded commercial demeanour. For now, it would do. I was fairly hungry and Italian food was a favourite of mine. I made a note to thank Alice for her charming little discovery.

Dad looked down at me and smiled, his bright teeth gleaming slightly in the middle of the day. Even in Forks, when the sun was hidden behind thick clouds, occasionally, if you looked closely enough, if you paid some attention to how they looked the way they did, rather than just that they did look so striking, you could see the glittering spheres of their skin. Dad always did draw large amounts of attention to himself no matter where he went. He was, even I had to admit, a fairly good looking man, much as I try not to think about how chillingly youthful my parents looked. Not just my parents, but my supposed grandparents and my various uncles and aunties.

Dad looked cautiously into the open door of the restaurant.

'Come on, dad. I think this is the very restaurant that mom and you went to; I think we've established that. So can we please go in?' I smiled my most charming smile. 'Besides' I teased him 'as a full vampire, shouldn't you have photographic memory and know exactly where we are?'

Dad looked down at me, a slight crease forming between his brow. Sometimes it was a little entertaining to watch a man of 17 years old be called father by an equally old looking girl 'dad'. Dad murmured to me 'Renesmee, that is very true, but it has been 100 years, things have changed quite greatly. It's rather interesting to see that this place is still so old fashioned in appearance. I just don't want you to see anything less'

I rolled my eyes with a smile on my face.

'Let's just go in'

There was an automated machine where, upon choosing our menu, we could directly input them into the kitchen and await our orders. As I gently tapped the choice for a Steak with Mushroom sauce and 2 cokes, Dad slid easily into the nearest booth. As we waited, he tried to keep his eyes off me, but every now and then they would revert back to me. I felt slightly uneasy.

'Dad…what's going on?'

He cleared his throat in an intensely human gesture.

'This…may have been a bad idea….'

I blinked. Having the human need to blink, it was a little mannerism that allowed me to integrate into the human world much more easily than the rest of my indestructible family. 'Dad…what do you mean?' I reached across the table top to rest my hands upon him and attempt to communicate my need for his answer. He drew back rather gently.

'Renesmee, darling…' he shakes his head slightly. 'Renesmee, I think, perhaps...'

I tilted my head slightly to the left, trying to come to a conclusion. What did he mean? There was no one else…no one apart from the chef, my father and I in this little restaurant. My father…the beautiful, perpetually 17 year old and I, the youngling with the clear skin and youthful blush…with a start I jerked away. We left as soon as I finished my meal. As we glided swiftly out the entrance, I noticed, in my peripheral vision, the chef bobbing his head to catch a glance at the young, precociously attractive couple that my father and I must have looked together. How embarrassing.