Christmas is next week.
I'm constantly reminded of that from the flood of holiday orders that come into the bakery and the radio playing the same Christmas songs over and over again.
As suspected, both my dad and Phil don't expect me for the holidays. Dad has work. Phil plans on eating at one of his poker buddies houses.
I'm not looking forward to Christmas at the Cullen's. I'm nervous and anxious.
I try to think of ways to get out of
I'm so caught up in thinking about how much I don't want to go, that I think I'm imagining it when I hear Edwards voice.
I look up when I hear my name again and it's him. He's here.
With a girl.
"Edward, hi. Couldn't resist my pie and had to come back for more?" I try to joke.
"Yes. I hoarded the last one I didn't let anyone else have any."
I smile and the girl next to Edward clears her throat, loudly.
"Oh, sorry," Edward shakes his head. "Jessica, this is Bella. Bella, Jessica."
Jessica smiles at me, warm and sincere. "It's nice to meet you."
"You too," I mumble.
"Jessica and I just came back from a movie and I thought we'd stop by here."
"I love Red Velvet," Jessica adds.
"Great," I smile, attempting to muster up some enthusiasm.
They order their cupcakes and coffee and sit at a table in the corner by the window.
I'm hyper aware of them the forty minutes they stay there.
There's no outward affection and they sit on opposite sides of the table, but she laughs loudly at what he says and reaches across the table to touch his arm a few times.
I feel sick.
Mrs. Newton lets me take my break and I go sit in the kitchen. By the time I'm back out, Jessica and Edward are gone.
Another one later today? Maybe.