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Chapter 10
We stopped by a French bakery near my condo building to get some breakfast to go. Le Pain, which was French for The Bread, was a quaint old-fashioned shop that sold exquisite food for reasonable prices. The warm and cozy interior reminded you of the generic grandmother's kitchen. We ordered a dozen of assorted fruit tarts for the thirty-minute journey to the destination.
"Plug your iPod in," Edward requested.
"What?" I asked, my eyes widened. "Why?"
"I want to know what kind of music you listen to," he laughed.
I did as he requested. I searched for my iPod and plugged it to his adapter. I clicked shuffle and hit play. Instantly, The Maine's I Wanna Love You was booming from the speakers.
"I know this song!" Edward exclaimed.
"Good for you," I said sarcastically. He looked at me with one eyebrow raised. I smiled innocently.
"You're crabby today," he stated.
"Sorry," I smiled apologetically. "I'm kind of nervous about getting a new car."
"Why?"
"I don't know. I might choose the wrong car or something."
"I'll help you choose a good car."
"I know," I grinned at him.
"You have dimples," he chucked.
"Huh?" I was caught off guard by his observation. "I do."
"Cute," he laughed.
I remained quiet as I battled the smile threatening to appear. He just called me cute. My tummy did summersaults. Then I thought, maybe he was calling my dimples cute. Regardless, he called me, or a part of me, cute. You couldn't fathom just how giddy and elated I was. The song just ended and the background music had been replaced by If I Fell by The Beatles.
"Hey, Francesca," he started after about ten minutes of silence.
"Yes?"
"Well, I was wondering," he managed to say. He sounded awkward and nervous. "Could I ask for a favor from you?"
"Oh," I wondered what it would be. "Anything. Shoot."
"I know this may sound weird or awkward or whatever from someone you've only met yesterday. I would understand if you would say no." He paused.
"Just say it, Edward." I prompted, curious.
"Can I be with you always?"
"What?" My eyes widening as I asked.
"I'm sorry," he laughed. "That didn't come out right."
I was surprised by his strange request. I thought about it for a moment. What could he have meant by, Can I be with you always? As much as I wanted to, I had to be realistic. I only met Edward yesterday and now it seems like he's asking to be with me. Sure, I know I've always wanted and wished for my own Edward Cullen. Now that he's here, though, I don't know what I know. Not that there's anything wrong with the real-life Edward, coz there isn't. I don't know why I'm even hesitating. This is what you've always wanted, I reminded myself.
I knew what was wrong, though. As much as I hated to admit it, I was scared. Hell, I was terrified. It wasn't always that sunny, where my heart is.
"What I meant to say was," he said, sensing the awkward silence. "Can we hang out always? Or often, at least."
"Oh," I said, slightly relieved. "Of course, dear, why not?"
"I don't know," he laughed. "You may find me boring or something."
"Well," I teased. "I'll live."
"Thanks," he laughed. "It makes my self esteem skyrocket. You know, the fact that someone wants to hang out with me."
"Ah, don't you just think that I am such a wonderful person? I mean, hanging out with those of lower social status."
"Your form of charity," we laughed out loud. "You have a heart of gold."
I closed my eyes and smiled. I thought about the impossibility of the situation. The more I thought about it, though, the more I believed it. Maybe I shouldn't think about the future, it'll come anyway. I'd pay attention to the now, before I screw things up with my ridiculous thoughts and lose all this completely. Carpe Diem, they say, quam minimum credula postero.
