'rDisclaimer: I don't own Twilight; I'm just borrowing the characters for a bit.
Author's Note: Thank you to all my reviewers. :D I'm so sorry it's taken this long to put this chapter up – I've been busy with school & parties, as well as rehearsals for a couple of shows I have coming up. XD Anyway, here you go!
4. Déjà Vu
As I finished putting on my make-up, I checked my appearance in the full-length mirror on my wardrobe. I was wearing an Armani skirt-suit, hoping that this would impress the manager at Mario's. I'd seen him around a few times and spoken to him before, and he was always wearing Emporio Armani suits and the like.
I had a quick chat with Bella over a cup of coffee, before setting off in a cab. She'd wished me good luck, but I was starting to feel the butterflies brewing in my stomach. This interview could mean getting a very decent job, having just graduated; I'd be able to start saving straight away. Due to Carlisle having such a good job and so much money in his savings account, none of us had had to take out student loans. We'd all been really lucky not to have to rely on loans.
As the taxi arrived, I stepped out. My leg was shaking slightly; this would be the first serious job I'd ever had. I headed straight into the building and towards to the desk, as a girl looked up. Her name was Gianna, and I'd seen her around a lot; as I was a regular customer at Mario's, she'd learnt my name.
"Oh Alice, you're here! Early, too. One second." She motioned to a golden sticker with my name on it which I put on my blazer lapel, before Gianna pressed a button on the small black headset in her ear, speaking into it. "Alice Cullen is here early – would you like me to send her in?" There was a few seconds gap, before you replied "OK, sir."
Gianna looked up, grinning at me. "Right – go through those doors, it's the room at the very end. Good luck, Alice! It'll be great if you become part of the team." I smiled, uttering a nervous thank you.
The doors were massive and golden: everything in this store was designed to impress. They led into a wide stone corridor, with rustic candelabras lining the ceiling. I loved the feel of it; so grand, so designed – so fashionable.
I knocked on the door at the end of the corridor, and opened it after receiving a brisk "Come in". The room was absolutely huge; although it looked more like a chamber, the walls paved with stone and rustic furniture. The only modern feel to the room was the thick white carpet, partnered with a massive Persian rug which would've cost God-knows how much to buy.
As my eyes finally reached the centrepiece of the room – a gigantic wooden desk – I saw 3 men sitting there. Their skin sagged and they had dark, unforgiving eyes, but the voices were friendly enough.
"Welcome, Alice. I am the proprietor or Mario's... but you can call me Aro. And these are my business associates, Marcus and Caius. We'll be conducting your interview." He smiled, gesturing to a seat on my side of the desk; "get yourself comfy."
As I emerged from the grandeur of the office, and through the extravagant doors, I breathed a sigh of relief. As far as I could tell, the interview had gone well... the man named Aro had done most of the talking whilst the others simply watched, occasionally muttering something to him which he would then address to me. The dynamics of their group definitely showed him to be the most dominant of the three.
Gianna raised an enthusiastic hand towards me as I passed her, adding "We'll be in contact" with a wink. I nodded and smiled back at her before making my way out of the door.
As I flipped my silver phone open to text Bella quickly, a large notice caught my eye from the opposite side of the square; the 'Java Bean'. Curiosity catching the better of me, I clicked the 'send' button before walking over to the coffee house.
I didn't remember ever coming in here before, but the fact that it was in my dream made me think I must've – what other explanation was there? The surroundings were the same as in my dream too; brown leather chairs, the kind you sink in to, contemporary artwork and bags of coffee beans sitting on shelves on the walls. I've always loved places like this; the atmosphere in coffee shops seems to be permanently friendly, nobody stares at you as though you're doing something wrong; and the school/college kids are always welcome. This produced a smile as I remembered the many days when Bella, Edward and I had headed towards Starbucks after college, and I headed towards the counter to order my favourite; a mocha.
The guy behind the counter looked up at me and grinned as I approached. He was a perfect stereotype of tall, dark and handsome. The name on his badge read 'Seb', and he greeted me with a friendly, "Welcome to the Java Bean! I don't think I've seen you around before."
"You'd be right, this would be my first time visiting this lovely place." I smiled back at him, before my eyes flicked up to the price chart on the wall. "I'll have a large mocha, thanks."
"Sure, coming right up. Take a seat and I'll bring it over to you in a second." I nodded my thanks at him, before heading towards one of the cosy leather seats at the side of the room. It was a table designed for two, but it looked like I'd have it all to myself. Seb bought over my mocha along with a complimentary coffee, and I flipped open my phone to read the latest message from Bella; "You go, girl!"
I smiled, putting it back into my handbag as I bit into the cookie, admiring the art on the wall opposite. But my attention quickly got diverted as a somewhat familiar blonde bombshell decided to sit on the table down from me, his chair conveniently facing my direction. He was purely stunning; the exact kind of person you would expect to see on the catwalk, not to just meet in a coffee shop.
He winked, and I immediately felt myself blush as my eyes darted down into the swirling liquid of my coffee. I took a sip, trying to keep my eyes from his; but eventually, they found their way back and into his stunning blue ones.
It was then I realised where I'd seen that face before; he was the one who'd joined in with my singing at the gym. Of course! The recognition must have dawned on my face or something, because the chair opposite me suddenly became occupied and the very same, gorgeous deep voice purred; "Hello there...Alice Cullen."
A wave of worry passed through my mind before I realised I was still wearing the name tag from the interview, causing my cheeks to turn a deeper shade of pink. I never blushed, but here I was, turning as scarlet as if I'd been confronted by my first crush.
"And who might you be? It is only fair that I should know your name now, after all..." And without a hesitation, the man replied:
"Jasper Whitlock Hale. Pleased to meet you, Ms Cullen."
AN: Ok, there we go, Jalice interaction and meeting. XD I shall try and get the next chapter up soon, please review! It makes me write loads faster.