Edward Cullen 'Just for coffee'

"There we go Madam; a waiter shall be with you shortly to take your order" the violin player sneered pulling out the chair so I could be seated. Don't leave I thought hastily, screaming the individual words at him in my head hoping some how he'd hear them. Blatantly ignoring my thoughts he walked away and began playing a different, more up tempo melody on his violin. I turned, with exaggerated slowness toward Edward and avoided any eye contact. I could feel the shakes coming, building up inside of my body desperate to be free. Calm it Bella; don't make yourself look more of a dick, say hello, say HELLO I said to myself silently, drumming the thoughts into my brain hoping that it would obey.

"Hello Bella. Wow, you look…err…beautiful!" I thanked God sincerely for him speaking first.

"Hey. Thanks…Alice got a little… carried away" I chuckled to myself eyeing the frilly dress and peep toe stilettos. The blush would come sooner or later. I continued to cower away from his intense stare and stupidly started playing with the origami-like folded napkins. Breathe Bella, I told myself.

"So…How have you been? Had a nice weekend?" he questioned in an irresistibly sexy voice. I looked up automatically, where I got hopelessly hypnotized into his deep topaz eyes. Wrong move.

"Err…I've been absolutely great…fantastic actually and the weekends just flown by" I poured out to him like a doofus. What ever freaking power his eyes held was really casting its magic upon me. I couldn't bring myself to break out of his gaze. He giggled lightly and arched one dark eyebrow.

"What about yourself?" I finally blurted, my voice breaking on 'self'.

"I've been good, a little busy all weekend with football training. We've got a big game coming up next week so coach is calling us in for practice as much as he can."

I nodded gormlessly like I was paying attention to his every word but really I was staring admirably at his gorgeous face. The only words I caught were 'good' 'football' and 'practice'.

His hair was a glistening bronzy shade and looked tousled and knotted which made him even more desirable. Surprisingly he wasn't your stereotypical 'high school hottie' and although I'd had seen him a couple of times around school before I'd never really noticed how handsome he was.

He leaned in closer abruptly breaking me out of my reverie causing me to lean back.

"I don't really like Italian food." He muttered, flashing a jaw-droopingly beautiful crooked smile. Winking his right eye he carefully picked up a strand of my hair and twiddled it in-between his finger and thumb. My usual reaction to this sort of contact would be to punch him in the face but strangely I giggled impishly and unintentionally leaned toward him. What was this guy doing to me!? He tucked the strand behind my ear and his cold fingers lingered on my cheekbone.

"Sir, Madam? Are you ready to order?" a husky Italian voice spoke. At once both Edward and I shot back into our seats embarrassed by the waiter's interruption. We hadn't even looked at the menu yet. I gawkily nodded and picked the menu off of the table and opened it. Erghh, did everything have to be in Italian? I picked the first dish of which title I could understand: Stringozzi with fresh tomato sauce & arugula.

"I'll have the stringozzi with fresh tomato sauce & arugula please, and just a diet coke with that." I pronounced as accurately as I could. The waiter didn't look blank faced as if I had spoken French to him so I guessed my pronunciation was ok. He scribbled my order down onto a note book then glanced down at Edward. He seized the menu of me and gaped at the list of Italian dishes. He looked so hot when he gaped.

"I'll have the Fresh Spinach and Sun-Dried Tomato Lasagna please and just a glass of water"

"Your drinks will be with you shortly" He said whilst jotting down Edwards order. I gave him a thanking smile and with that he hurried away.

The dress was far too tight around my breasts and I could feel them bulging out of the low cut V neck creating extra cleavage. I shuffled round uncomfortably thinking how appealing my holey sweats and converse seemed now.

"So Alice tells me you're not into the sporty type, apparently you prefer intellectual dudes…" Dam you to hell Alice Hale!

"Well that's not completely correct; I mean yes guys who can read, enjoy poetry and preferably play a musical instrument do tickle my fancy but it doesn't mean I can't be attracted to a guy that plays basketball and reads nothing but FHM and sports magazines. I don't go by 'types'…"

His eyes widened in horror as he realized he'd struck a chord, but he then chortled loudly and shuck his head.

"Bella, Bella, Bella, your so… enthralling, if that's the right word for it!"

Enthralling? More like mentally deluded…

I smirked and exaggeratedly rested my chin on the palm of my hand. I couldn't be anything but myself with him. All the nerves that immersed my mind and body were now transformed into adrenaline and giddiness.

"I'll let you in on something…" he whispered edging closer to me. I gulped and my breathing started to get heavier. Did he have to get so close!? Did he want me to go into a cardiac arrest? My heart was thrumming so violently it hurt and my stomach began to overflow with butterflies. He was two inches away from my blushing face and I was definite that if he got any closer I'd throw up.

"I play the piano and have read through the whole Jane Austen series…twice." He breathed. His cool, sweet breath lingered on my skin and sent an electrical shiver from the tip of my crown to the soles of my feet. The butterflies were uncontrollably beating at the lining of my stomach. How many bastards were in there!?

"wow." Was all I could manage.

A young and pretty waitress, who I noticed wasn't Italian came with our drinks and then our food not long after. I didn't really feel like eating as my stomach wouldn't stop rapidly contorting. The food didn't smell all that appetizing either. Edward questioned me about my family, hobbies and surprisingly I answered all his enquiries with ease and confidence. He never failed to make my heart stutter every time he spoke and his eyes grew more compelling throughout the night. Me being the klutz I am dropped scolding hot pasta into my cleavage missing my mouth. I had to run to the restroom before I got third degree burns and tripped on the way. Stupid high heeled peep toes. When I returned Edward was laughing hysterically. I glowered at him.

"Enthralling!" he repeated.

I could feel the evening drawing to a close and I wanted so badly for it not to end. Would there be a second date? The pretty waitress came with our bill and offered us a complimentary red rose each. Edward paid with gratitude and didn't accept any amount I presented to him. What a gentleman I pondered flippantly.

"So Miss Swan, would you like a drive home?" He asked cheekily as we walked out of the restaurant.

My heart skipped a beat as I realised the fatal 'drive home' was approaching. And he would then probably do the famous 'walk me to my door'. The butterflies made a vicious comeback.

"Or would you like to come back to mine for a coffee? Its Saturday night I'm sure your parent's wont mind and I'll drive you home afterwards…"

Whoa.

Of all things I wasn't expecting this! The 'come back to mine' line had my lips fixed in an O of anxiety.

"Err..." Bella say yes, Bella say yes, Bella say yes! Or at least say fucking something.

The words I longed for to come out were caught in my throat and no matter how hard I tried to plunge them out, the silence carried on. Just for coffee, I reminded myself.

"Sure…coffee sounds err…gr-eat" I stuttered at last. His face light up remarkably and a crooked smile grew on his face. I returned it with a shaky grin. The night was dark and an icy breeze made me shiver.

"Here" He said, shuffling off his coat. I took it with eagerness and slipped it over my shoulders. It smelled delicious. The scent overpowered me for a short second. We arrived at his silver Volvo just around the corner from La Bella Italia and courteously, Edward opened the passenger side door, gesturing me to get in.

The drive home was quiet and thoughtful and I took the silence as a chance to gawp at what Edward was wearing as throughout dinner I had been so side-tract by his face. An emerald green button down shirt wrapped around his beautifully buff torso and on his bottom half were navy jeans that fitted his legs flawlessly. I couldn't get over how stunningly the green complemented his pale skin tone. He noticed my indifferent staring and turned to give me a wink. I flushed and twisted myself around to look out the window. The black smudge raced paced my eyes and occasionally there was flash of colour. My purse suddenly started to vibrate and the sound brought me back to reality. I took out my cell phone which read '1 new message'.

'Is everything going ok?

Is he being nice 2 u?

Txt back ASAP! xx'

I couldn't help but grin. I wasn't going to give her the joy of knowing the gossip so I shoved my cell back into my purse. Besides I was still irritated with her. Edward stayed muted, staring straight out onto the road. His strikingly attractive face was serene and happy. It puzzled me how comfortable I felt with him and how the nerves didn't seem to be over-riding me. I tried very hard not to contemplate the fact that very shortly I'd be inside his house drinking coffee and even harder to not think about what else was going to occur…