“Hey, new boy.”
Edward turned and saw a woman leaning against a display stand of strings, picks, and other guitar accessories. Her blond hair was twisted into a messy bun, and her eyes were such a bright shade of blue that he briefly wondered if she were wearing colored contacts. She was undeniably one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen. Stepping toward him, she offered her hand.
“I’m Rose,” she said as they shook hands.
“It’s nice to meet you, Edward. Nice shiner.”
Edward turned his face away, although he wasn’t sure why. It’s not like she hadn’t seen his black eye, and it wasn’t something he could hide.
“It looks good on you. Gives you that ‘bad boy’ look.”
“Um . . . thanks?” Edward took a deep breath and looked at Rose again. She was smiling brightly.
“What are your lunch plans today?”
Edward ran his hand through his hair nervously. “I don’t really have any plans.”
“Good. You can come with me. There’s an deli down the street that makes great sandwiches. You’ll love it.”
“I don’t know . . .” There was a peanut butter and jelly sandwich in the fridge that Edward had made that morning. He wasn’t keen on the idea of spending money on what was sure to be an overpriced meal.
Rose picked up on his hesitation and correctly guessed his reasoning. “My treat,” she said. “Carlisle said you’ve been out of work for a while. Don’t worry, new boy. I’ll give you plenty of opportunities to make it up to me.”