I refuse his offer to a ride home.
The temperature had dropped even more outside and it was almost completely dark.
I don't feel anything.
Just numb.
It's not that I was actually in love with Paul or anything. I didn't have any Misconceived notions that we would end up together.
I don't think it would even be the actual sex that I missed.
Just having someone close.
Just the feeling of being needed.
Regardless of how fleeting and artificial it may have been.
I'm so lost in my thoughts that it takes a few seconds to recognize that I walked into something.
I look up.
Not something...someone.
And I didn't just walk into him, I managed to spill his cup of coffee all over him, and me.
"Fuck," he groans, looking down at the large stain on his grey coat. "Could you watch where you're going?"
I'm mortified. I can't even offer to have his coat dry cleaned.
"Don't you speak?"
I keep opening and closing my mouth, trying to find my voice.
"I'm sorry," I finally manage. "I didn't mean to."
"Right. Well, it's fine. What's done is done," he sighs, pulling at his coat.
"I can pay for dry cleaning. I'm so, so sorry," I know that's a lie. I can't really afford the dry cleaning, but I can't stop babbling.
He shakes his head. "It's fine. I'm more upset that my coffee's gone."
I feel like such a fuck up. Like I can't do anything right. Tears prick at my eyes.
"Hey, you really don't have to cry, you know. It's not a big deal."
I wipe quickly at my eyes when he turns to look at a taxi that pulled up alongside of us.
"Which way are you headed?" He asks, running a hand through his hair.
I nodded my head in the direction. "That way."
"Well, I'm going that way too. Why don't we share my cab?"
I'm quiet a little too long. He probably can tell I want to say no.
"There's no sense in wasting a good cab," he tells me, smiling.
My resolves weakening. "Okay. My names Bella."
"Edward. Come on, the meters running."