Edward hated the rain.

It filled his shoes as he got out of his car, he hugged his mug to his chest, not wanting a drop of water to get on it.

But at least the rain would wash his car.

And he hurried in to the café.

He arrived as the same time as always but he had hoped that maybe he would see her.

But he also hoped that he wouldn't.

But he thought too soon, because right when he had handed the waitress his mug, she had walked in.

She stood right next to him, he wouldn't make eye contact.

She smelled like cinnamon and winter clove, and he found himself inhaling her wonderful scent.

Her arm brushed against his, skin on skin contact. It felt like sparks like firewood inside a stove. And he found himself missing that spark already once her skin had lost all contact with his.

The waitress handed him his cup of coffee, but he stood there for a second too long.

He wanted to ask her to sit with him, to stay.

But he didn't.

He hurried over to his little corner and watched her sit down.

He loved her eyes, the beautiful blue green they were like a rising tide, he loved her red fiery hair and how it cascaded down her shoulders. He loved the way she scrunched her nose before taking a sip of coffee.

He loved the way she filled the room with brightness.

But then he watched her walk away.

And the room was dim again.

And he cursed the stars.