As always all things Twilight belong to S. Meyer, not me. Only AWayWithWords has looked this over, and dabbling has been done afterwards, so all mistakes are mine. Huge thanks to my normal co-writer Nik, who has also pre-read this chapter and the last chapter for me. I am hard at work on the 3rd chapter right now, and still not sure where this story is taking me. Just a reminder I do not have a set schedule to post on right now, maybe after these characters tell me where they are going, it may be easier for me to set a schedule.

CHAPTER 2

Pulling into the lot at Five Point, I see Emmett's Jeep and know he and Rose are still here. Edward pulls in and parks a few spots from where I am. I give him a big grin when he walks over to me.

"So, still worried that this old truck can't run?"

"No, not at all," he chuckles.

We enter Five Points, and I see my brother and Rose are heading toward the door.

"Leaving so soon?" I ask.

"We've been here for quite a while, Bells," Emmett says loudly and I can tell he has had a few too many from the bar.

"I need to get your brother home, he has had a few," Rose says.

"I can tell, have fun with that," I laugh. "Shall we find a table?" I ask Edward.

"I didn't know this was a bar," Edward says.

"Well look at the sign right here," I say pointing at the wall where the sign hangs.

"Longest-run Family Eatery in Seattle," and "Bell Town's Oldest Bar," Edward reads out loud.

"Yeah, this is like the best dive bar ever, with the most delicious food, too."

"Well, let's see what they have to offer," Edward says with a smile.

I lead us toward the place I like to sit, and since Rose and Emmett just left, there is a chance the table is free. I smile when I see Jane cleaning off the table and I sit down.

"Hey, Bells, they said you were coming in tonight, but I didn't expect to see you walk in with a man." Jane says, as Edward sits down across from me.

"Yeah, I was working on a client who I brought in with me. What are the specials tonight?"

"Now why would you ask me that? You know better, I'll just bring you whatever I want anyway," she laughs and hands a menu to Edward, rattling off the specials.

"Jane, I've never been here before, so bring me whatever it is you're bringing her. Could I get a Root Beer to drink though?"

"Sure thing, but that just means you both will have exactly the same thing," Jane laughs.

"You don't have a drink when you come here after work?" he asks.

"No, I'm not much of a drinker and to be honest I cannot stand it when people drink knowing they are turning around and driving. Risking someone else's life is not my idea of a good time."

"I agree," he says with a smile.

Jane comes back and puts down two glasses of ice and a pitcher of Root Beer. "Now, Bells, be sure to let him have at least one glass of this before I get back with your food."

"Funny," I say, motioning to Edward to go ahead and fill his glass first.

Jane walks away and Edward chuckles. "Is she always so … sassy?"

"You haven't seen anything yet! Stick around and keep your ears open. She likes me and my crew, just wait until you hear her deal with a person she doesn't like," I laugh.

"Why, does she get mean?" He asks with a raised brow.

"No, she doesn't really get mean, but let's just say she has the ability to cut a person down with words so far it would take them a month of Sundays to reach the bottom of the barrel."

"Okay, this could be fun," he smiles.

"Now that's a true statement. It is late and the drinks have been flowing, so there is no doubt she will cut someone down sometime before we are done eating."

"Okay, Bells, and young man, here are your meals; tonight you'll be consuming the Blue Plate Meatloaf. I'll refill your pitcher. Bells, don't be shoving your carrots on his fine young man's plate, your veggies are good for you!"

I smile as Jane walks away, but let out a laugh when I see Edward's expression.

"Do you often make other's eat your 'veggies'?" He asks.

"No, I love vegetables, just don't care for lima beans, so she assumes I don't eat my own veggies."

"Okay, but why would you give them to me?"

"Well my brother Emmett, you saw how big of a guy he is, right?"

"Yeah," he responds.

"Well Jane caught me one time putting my lima beans on Emmett's plate while Rose distracted him. He will eat whatever is on his plate, but hates lima beans too. So, while we were eating, I'd scoop some over, and Rose was doing the same thing. We were basically giving him never ending lima beans. Jane saw me doing it, and now she doesn't think I will eat my own vegetables."

"So, do you often make Emmett eat your food for you?"

"No, I like food; I just don't like lima beans." I insist as I take a big bite of my carrots, chew, swallow, and then show him my mouth is empty.

He smiles, and we both laugh.

"Okay, okay, so you aren't afraid to eat, I got it. You are clearly a Root Beer fiend though, as she had to warn you to let me have some, twice."

"No, not really Root Beer, I prefer Dr. Pepper, but they don't have that in fountain drinks here. So when I come here, I have to settle for something else. I do tend to over drink when it comes to sugary good things like soda though. Also, when it is late I steer away from caffeine filled drinks."

"Well I usually drink Root Beer; the caffeine in soda always makes me feel jittery. I mainly drink water most of the time. You were right; the food here is good though."

"Yeah, I think we eat here at least twice a week when we're working. When the shop is closed it seems everyone comes to my place because I love to cook. The shop is open five days a week, closed on Sundays and Wednesdays."

"Sundays and Wednesdays, why didn't you choose Sunday and Monday to be off?"

"Well, we talked about it a lot, but that is how Jerry always did it, and so we kept that routine. Jerry had a standing date night with his wife on Wednesdays; they would always go out for dinner and go dancing. Once a month, we all take Lillian out for dinner, and dancing. She misses Jerry, but is happy doting on all her adopted kids and of course her own daughter."

"My parents are back in Chicago, but I needed a break from that city," Edward states.

"Okay, there has to be a story there," I say leaving it open ended so he can share if he wants.

"Yeah there is a story there—"

"Sorry to break up this little get together, but it is time to call it a night. Good job eating your food, Bells, or did you make this guy here eat it for you? Do you want one check or two?"

"One," I say as Edward says, the same thing.

"Well, if it was not already a quarter after two, I would break out the kiddie pool, fill it with baby oil and make you two scrap it out. Now who gets the check?"

"I do, she can pay next time," Edward states.

I just shake my head, but give him a smile.

"That's fine, I will leave the tip." After saying that, I grab a napkin and a pen and start writing.

"What are you doing?" Edward asks.

"I'm leaving Jane here a tip," I respond as I go back to writing.

When I am done, Edward picks it up and reads it. "Why did you write, 'Light travels faster than sound? This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak. - Alan Dundee?"

"Well it is his quote and an ongoing joke for me and Jane. She does not get bitchy with me, and I give her snarky things to say to people."

"So you feed her the sarcasm that she dishes out?"

"Oh, no I do not take credit for all of it, but I have given her some doozies to use."

"Now this I have to hear," Edward states.

"Okay the best one I have ever given her was the first time I was here. Some guy kept trying to touch her and we heard her tell him several times to stop. I wrote down a saying and handed it to her and nodded in the guy's direction. A few minutes later when she had to go back to his table we all suddenly heard her say, "Don't touch me you pussy!" The guy said, "I ain't no pussy, but I'd like to get in yours." She responded saying, "I think you are a pussy, and you have no chance of getting in mine, besides I would have called you a prick, but it's part of a man, something you will never be!" And that is what started our friendship."

Edward is booming in laughter as Jane comes back and I hand her the napkin and a twenty.

"Thanks. Bells, take care of this good looking guy, he seems like a keeper," before she walks away.

I stammer a little, and Edward lets out another booming laugh.

"You don't even know Emmett and you're channeling his laughter. I'm not sure you two should hang out."

"Well to be honest, I don't think I have laughed like this in a very long time," he responds with a smile still on his face.

"I'm just kidding around; I actually think that you and Emmett would get along great. So, tomorrow is Sunday, and as I said earlier, I tend to make dinner for everyone, and I think you should come by and meet everyone. Eat with us, and maybe bring your portfolio with you. If you want anyway," I add feeling as if I may have been too pushy.

"I would love that, it has been a hot minute since I had a home cooked meal. I also liked the vibe of your shop, so I'd love to share some of my work with you all," Edward says.

We get up, and we walk toward the exit close to where Jane is with her last table.

"You're pretty fine, can you give me your number, so I can make you mine?" the guy says.

"Well, that is a pretty bold offer, but thank you, no!" Jane says nicely.

The guy reaches out and grabs her hand and she looks at him, and pulls her hand free. "I did not give you permission to touch me, do it again and you may lose some fingers."

"Damn hot stuff you sound like you could be a real tiger, I sure don't envy the man who marries you," the guy retorts.

"Well, I sure do envy all those people in the world who haven't had the displeasure of meeting the likes of you!"

"You're a fucking—"

"You might want to stop before you go too far. The lady said no, more than once, and we have witnessed it. Leave before you are removed," Edward states, looking down on the man.

The man throws down a couple of bills and gets up and moves away from the table.

"You didn't need to do that, but thank you," Jane states.

"I know you didn't need my help, but I couldn't stand here and have him insult you in front of me," Edward claims.

I just stand beside him silently, until he follows the guy to the door to make sure he leaves.

Jane leans over and whispers in my ear, "I think he is a keeper!"

"He's a client and potentially an artist to work at the shop," I respond.

"Yeah, and?"

"Okay, he is gone. Is there someone who walks you to your car, Jane?" Edward asks.

"Oh, aren't you sweet, of course there are a couple of guys who walk me to my car, every late shift," Jane responds. "Smith and Wesson."

Edward grins, and I laugh.

"Well, if you would like I will gladly escort both of you ladies out to your vehicles," Edward replies.

"I'm good, you walk Bells here to Big Red, and I still got some work to do. You two have a good night. Bells, remember what I said." With that Jane turns and walks away.

Edward and I walk out to the parking lot, and straight to Big Red. Edward asks me for my cell phone, and I hand it to him. I watch as he puts in his phone number and sends himself a text.

"Text me later after you get home, please?" he asks.

"Sure, I can do that. Be sure to keep that tattoo covered. If you need any help with cleaning it and stuff, let me know."

"I may take you up on that, some of it will not be easy to reach, especially if it starts to get dry," Edward states.

"I cleaned it pretty well and put a good layer of salve on it, so it should be good until tomorrow morning for sure. If you need a hand with it after you shower in the morning, give me a holler. Worst case scenario, I'll see you for dinner, right?" I ask and he nods with a smile.

"Okay, Edward, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll text you my address when I get home tonight."

"I think that sounds like a great plan," he says.

I get in my truck and start it. He watches as I back out of the parking space and waves as I start to drive away.

I am almost home when I catch my reflection in the light glaring on the window. I'm almost shocked by the look of pure happiness on my face. I smile wider as I realize it has been a while since I felt this relaxed and carefree after spending time around a complete stranger.

I pull into the driveway of my house, and notice all the lights are off on both houses beside me. Jasper and Alice bought the house next to mine right after moving here from California. I bought my house, after saving up for a couple years. Jerry, Emmett, and I had been working on fixing up my house for a while. Emmett and I once shared the apartment above the shop, but were just moved into my house next to Rose when Jerry died. After we took over the shop, we remodeled and the apartments upstairs became an attic area after we raised the interior ceiling of the shop. Emmett moved in with Rose after six months, and I've lived alone since.

I enter the house, flip on my lights and turn off the alarm. I lock up the house, grab my phone and sketch pad and flip off the lights on the way to my bedroom.

I set my stuff down on my bed and head to the bathroom to shower off my day. After my shower, I brush out my hair and braid it. Using my favorite gardenia scented lotion, I lather it on, before putting on my pajamas. As I leave the bathroom, I hear my phone ring.

Picking it up I see it is Edward calling. "Hello," I say.

"Oh, thank goodness, I was worried about you not making it home."

"I'm sorry, I forgot to call you. I am not used to doing things like that, but thanks for worrying about me," I tell him.

"I'm sorry, I was just worried when I didn't hear from you."

"It's okay, I just forgot to message you. I am all showered and ready for bed. After I hang up I will send you my address and you can come over any time after eleven. I am, however, tired, so I am off to bed."

"Okay, Bella, sweet dreams, I'll see you later," Edward states.

I hang up and open a text and send him my address and a smiling face and a snoozing emoji. And type sweet dreams.

A/N: So what are your thoughts so far? Hope you are enjoying this, please let me know.