Chapter Two

Dinner with Tiffany's

I was in the middle of cooking dinner when I heard a knock on my front door. I stiffened instantly. I didn't know too many people here yet, and I prayed that whoever was at my door was not some sort of stalker, serial killer, or pervert. I wiped my hands on a dishtowel and walked over to the front door. I wished that it had some sort of peephole so I could see who was on the other side of it. Another knock, louder than the first startled me into putting my hand on the knob. Saying a quick prayer, I opened the door.

There was a moment where time stopped, and I felt I might faint. I looked up into sparkling green eyes, much like those of… I couldn't believe it. Edward Cullen was standing on my front step. I stood there, like an idiot. The memories came back to me in a flood, and I looked down, my face heating. What was he doing here? After all these years…


I froze. The sound of his velvety voice- it was almost painful to hear. Then, mentally kicking myself for being a wimp, I looked him straight in the eye, and heard my own voice, unusually high- pitched and falsely cheery.

"Edward? Hi! Um…" The cheeriness instantly dissolved. I felt breathless and shaky. But he didn't notice my uneasiness. He seemed distracted, looking behind me, instead of my face. He cleared his throat.

"Uh, yeah, hi. It's been a while, huh? Do you ah, have a minute?" he stood there, fidgeting with his collar, and looking at everything except me.

I felt a little annoyed. The last time I saw him did not coincide with pleasant memories. I needed him to get to the point (and out of my life) fast. I cleared my throat, and said sharply,

"Was there something you needed, Edward? Because I have things to do."

He winced. Good.

"Yes, Bella, I do need something. A few things, actually. The first being your forgiveness. I've been such an... well, you know. I don't mean to impose more than I already have, but could I come in? It's freezing out here."

I noticed his lips were a little blue. It was cold outside. I sighed. "Yes, please come in."

He stepped into my small house, and I closed the door and locked it behind me. I decided to be somewhat nice, seeing as I would probably not see him again for a while. All coherent thoughts flew out of my mind as I turned around to face him. He had pulled off his gray coat, and was wearing a simple black long sleeve shirt that hugged his muscular arms and torso. I noticed how nicely his dark jeans fit- not too baggy and not too tight either. He was perfection. He also caught me ogling him.

"See something you like?" He teased, his first smile of the evening appearing. I flushed, and decided to change the subject.

"Are you hungry or thirsty? I was just about to have dinner…butternut squash ravioli..."

His eyes flickered, conveying an emotion of surprise. "Are you sure? I really don't deserve…" He trailed off, a faint blush staining his cheekbones.

I actually felt a little remorse. Sure he had screwed up, but I was never one to withhold food from a hungry person. Especially such an attractive hungry person...

He broke your heart when you were twelve, idiot. Feed him then give him the boot. You have a novel you need to get back to editing.

"Of course I'm sure." Seeing the happy look on his face made me want to offer up the entire contents of my refrigerator for him to consume.

"Well, if it's alright, I'd love some." He looked down at his feet.

I took his coat, and hung it in the hall closet, then motioned for him to sit at my small, cluttered dining room table. It had been a while since I'd entertained anyone, and I grimaced at the dust that had gathered when I swept my books and papers off the wooden table. I quickly wiped it off with a wet paper towel, not daring to look Edward in the eye.

What was he doing here? What did he want? I scurried back to the kitchen, surreptitiously glancing at him in between stirring the cream sauce for the ravioli. I ladled the ravioli onto my best china plates with a shaky hand, splattering sauce all over the counter top. I wiped up the mess with the corner of my over sized tee shirt a moment too late. Shoot. I craned my neck to see if Edward was watching. He was.

I blushed fourteen shades of red, and peeled off the dirty shirt, thankful I had on a long sleeve underneath. I grabbed a handful of cutlery from the silverware drawer, and tucked two wrinkled cloth napkins under my arm. I debated on grabbing a few candles, but then stopped myself. I didn't like Edward, remember? There was no need to impress him too much.

I made my way back to the table, still not looking him in the eye. I set the plate in front of him, as well as the unpolished silverware and crinkly napkin. He gave an appreciative grunt, and I plopped down into the seat across from him, then jumped back up quickly as something sharp met my rear end.

"Ow!" I squeaked, blushing again.

Edward looked up concernedly, and I held up the blasted binder clip that had poked me.

"I'm fine. Just a... ah, clip. Stupid thing. I don't know what it was doing in my chair." I giggled awkwardly, and when he didn't respond, I stopped my nervous chuckling and threw the binder clip under the table.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked shyly, as he simply sat there, waiting to eat.

"A glass of water would be great," he mumbled, staring longingly at his plate.

"Okay. Go ahead and start, before it gets cold!" I said kindly, hoping to appear sincere.

I hope you choke on a ravioli, you two timing heart breaker...

He gratefully began eating, and I hopped up from my seat to grab two water bottles and a couple of glasses. The tap water in this house was disgusting.

I gave him his respective water bottle and glass, then picked up my own fork and began to eat.

"So, Edward," I said abruptly, wanting to cut to the chase, "I can't imagine this is purely a social call. What are you doing here?"

He gagged a little on his water, and I instinctively leaned back, ready to run if he started hurling.

He coughed, and pounded his chest (his very nicely toned- ahem, Isabella) a few times, getting the water he had swallowed wrongly back into the right pipe.

"Wow, you're pretty frank, for a girl," he said, looking me straight in the eyes for the first time.

I narrowed my eyes at him and let my fork fall to my plate with a loud clatter.

"You didn't answer my question."

His eyes widened a bit.

"Well, I'm here because... ah, um. Listen, ah, do you, um, heh, are you…" he stopped shyly, rubbing his neck nervously. "This is um, really awkward…but…"

Yes? Yes?!

"Okay…aw…man, I don't even know where to begin!" he laughed shakily again, and I was getting more and more confused. Why was he acting so weird? What did he want? Finally he blurted out his mission.

"Will you marry me?"

To say I was shocked would have been the biggest understatement of the year.

AN: Wow, guys! I can't believe how many alerts and favorites this got! The reviews made me so happy. I realize that there are a lot of unanswered questions, and I promise I will explain everything in due time. Thanks again for reading!

And if Bella seems OOC, well, she never really got over him, but he did break her heart, so she's conflicted.

Reviewers get to give Edward butternut squash ravioli :)