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Aside from peanuts and pretzels, Rebar doesn't offer food.
Bella's three beers in, and she's obviously a lightweight. If Harry wasn't sitting next to her, she would have fallen off her stool. Twice already.
"Hey, Bella."
She's still giggling about something Harry said ten minutes ago.
I feel responsible for this. I have got to get some food in her.
I snap my fingers in front of her face to get her to focus. "Bella. I haven't had lunch yet. Do you want to split a pizza or something?"
She nods enthusiastically, and then grows very serious. "If you eat pineapple on your pizza, this friendship is over."
"I guess it's a good thing that I'm allergic." I chuckle and reach for a menu.
"I don't care what you order as long as there's bacon on it, I'll eat it."
I order a large meat pie and a side of breadsticks for us to share and pour her a Coke. She doesn't say anything but hops off her stool, kicks off her shoes, and sashays to the jukebox in the corner.
A townie, walking around my bar barefoot. Today is definitely turning out to be a strange one.
I watch her hips sway to the classic rock playing while she flips through the music selection. Her long brown hair swinging back and forth with her movements.
"She seems nice for a townie," Waylon comments.
"I think she's a transplant." I shrug and wipe down the bar. "I don't know her story."
Something in me wants to know it though. Which is weird considering I haven't been interested in the opposite sex since Jess and I split a few years back.
Women are trouble. I learned that fact a long time ago before I opened Rebar. But something about the townie draws me in.
Could be her beauty. I mean, she's a knockout, but it could also be the hero complex my ex-wife accused me of having before she took off with half my bank account and the Camaro I restored before we were married.
I can't help it. I like to save things. Like to take care of them.
Something tells me Bella might need both of those things.
"Hey, Edward? Got any quarters?" she calls.