I gave her a half smile and pulled into an Italian restaurant. She gave me a timid smile in return. I shouldn't have yelled at her. She already had been through enough today.

When I parked, she opened her own door. I had wanted to get it for her. "Thank you for lying to your, ah… Carlisle for me. Esme can tell when I lie." I laughed and put my hand on her lower back guiding her into the restaurant. I told the waitress a table for two, someplace quiet.

-Bella-

I'd never actually been on a date before, but I don't think I could exactly call this a date. I felt dirty from lying on the ground. When I saw the waitress, she automatically compared us. She gave me one of those full body judging looks. I was already self conscious, great.

She showed us to our table, ignoring me now, never taking her eyes off Edward. I took my seat and Edward sat across from me. We were in a separate room from everyone else in a booth. It actually looked like a pretty nice place. The waitress' wore the same generic outfits though.

I ordered a coke and Edward copied it. I shrugged my coat off, and when the waitress left, Edward asked me about my head.

"I hit it pretty hard, but I think I just bruised it." I blushed not sure if my diagnosis was even close. Edward could see right through me though. He motioned me to scoot over and he took a seat next to me. He felt the back of my scalp with careful hands. I flinched once, but it wasn't bad.

"You'll be fine; I'd feel better if you let Carlisle look at it. I'll do the talking though. I know what you mean about that lying thing now." I grinned down at the table and he moved back to his seat. The waitress brought our cokes. I think she was trying to interrupt our conversation.

"Can I get you guys anything to eat?" I had forgotten to even look, Edward told her we'd need another minute and I reached for a menu. Mushroom Ravioli, I told her since she was still standing there. He smiled at me and got the same thing.