The library is closed on Sundays, which is exactly why Edward texts Bella early Sunday morning. I have your next suggestion, from me this time, he types.

I would come get it, but the library's closed, comes her reply hardly a minute later.

We could meet someplace else.

There's a good five minutes before she replies. What did you have in mind?

An hour later, Edward fiddles with his sleeve as he waits for Bella at the campus café. "Hi," she says as she enters and takes a seat.

"Hey," he replies. "Can I… get you anything?"

She thinks for a moment. "A non-fat latte with caramel drizzle, please."

Edward blinks in confusion but goes to fetch their drinks anyways.

After he comes back, he watches as Bella gently blows on her drink before taking a slow, long sip. "You know," she says, placing her cup down, "I don't know much about you."

"What do you want to know?"

"Why is a biology major working at the library in his spare time?"

Edward raises a brow. "How do you know I'm bio?"

"You're Alice Cullen's brother, aren't you?"

"You know her?"

"She was in a few of my classes last year."

"So you asked her about me?" Edward responds, flattered.

He hides his smile as Bella's face flushes delicate pink. "Maybe."

"So," he says, taking a sip of his own drink, "What else did Alice tell you?"

"Not much. I was hoping you'd fill me in, to be honest."

"Oh really?" Edward says with a smirk.

Bella rolls her eyes. "Oh, shut up. As if you haven't been asking Angela about me whenever you share a shift."

Now it's Edward's turn to redden. Bella laughs.

"You never answered my question," she says, "about you working at the library."

He takes a slow sip of his Americano. "When I started my first year at college… I didn't have many friends. I would spend all my time that I wasn't in class at the library. One of the librarians, Sean, noticed how much time I spent there and told me I may as well start working. Six months later, and here I am," he finishes, slightly embarrassed by his candidness.

Bella's eyes soften with what Edward hopes is anything but pity. "I never had many friends growing up, either," she admits. "I started reading to cope and fell in love. It's why I'm an English major now," she says, her chest puffing with pride.

"What are you going to do with that?" Edward snorts, before instantly feeling guilty.

Bella's eyes blaze with a strange fierceness. "I'm going to change the world."

He swallows and works up the courage to reach over the table and gently squeeze her hand. "I don't doubt that for a second."