The Monday after Thanksgiving I see Paul.
He doesn't see me, though.
I was sweeping the floor while looking out the window.
I saw him walking into the bar.
Alone.
Forty minutes later, he doesn't leave alone.
On my lunch break I'm sitting in the back, eating a chunk of bread I made yesterday that didn't sell.
"Bella? There's someone out front asking for you. It's a guy," Mrs. Newton says, sticking her head through the door.
My mind instantly goes to Paul and I want to tell her to tell him that I'm not here or something.
"He's handsome," she adds, smiling. "You shouldn't keep him waiting."
I tell her I'll be right out and then stand up, making sure my clothes aren't covered in crumbs.
I give myself a pep talk about how I'm going to face Paul.
When I get out to the front, I plaster a smile on my face that falls as soon as I see it isn't Paul.
It's Edward.