I looked at the sketch. It wasn’t finished but it was beautiful. She was sketching the bench opposite us that were occupied with a couple only she didn’t draw the couple.

I looked at her and was captured by her eyes again. Trying to keep my control I smiled at her and complimented her work.

“It’s beautiful. You’re good. Thank you for letting me see it”

She blushed and my heart melted. She was beautiful. Red was starting to become my favorite color.

I handed her back her sketchpad. She continued sketching once again.

I never liked silence. I would always be surrounded with music but for some reason, the silence here was comforting. A welcome break from the norm.

I noticed that she hasn’t said a word to me. There was something about her silence that kept a secret. Her silence added more to her mystery. If only I knew her name.

Then why don’t you ask?

I was then reminded of another thing I regret forgetting. I forgot to introduce myself. Lovely.

“I’m sorry, I was being rude. I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Edward Cullen.” I offered my hand. She shook it and smiled but I swear I caught a tinge of emotion in her eyes.

She looked down.

Silence again. Did I do it wrong? She was supposed to say her name… I looked at her apprehensively…. waiting… she blushed and just kept looking down…the corners of her lips turning downward.

I made her frown. Great. Of course she won’t tell her name, I sound like a perverted stranger who bothered her peace.

I should just go. I stood up sighed.

I was about to walk away when I felt a tug on my sleeve. She looked at me like she was asking, where are you going?

I forced a smile, “I’m being a bother so I’ll leave you to your work…”

She blushed then shook her head.

I raised my eyebrows in confusion, “No? I assumed when you didn’t tell me your name that –

I was cut short by the tune of Claire de Lune.

Embarrassed, she blushed and took out her phone and told me using her index finger to give her a minute. I smiled and nodded.

She faced her back on me and answered the call. To be polite, I averted my gaze. I didn’t hear her say anything. I guess she just listened. Then I heard a click.

She faced me and looked apologetically then stood up. She needed to be somewhere I guess.

“Do you need to go?” I asked politely and smiled.

She sighed and nodded.

“You should go then. Thanks for sharing your seat with me.”

She smiled at that and blushed again. Then she nodded and started to walk. I watched her go.

She was only three steps away when she paused then looked back at me.

Her lips formed and ‘o’, which she covered with her palm. Then she walked up to me and my heart beat rapidly and my palms became sweaty. Good grief!

She stood in front of me, and then looked at her feet shyly. I just watched her. I didn’t know what to do.

She then looked up, blushed, smiled then bit her lip (which made me smile like an idiot) then placed something in my hand.

I was too surprised to comprehend what just happened that I just stood there frozen as she skipped away, and then threw a smile and a wave good-bye at me.

She was so beautiful, I thought I was only dreaming. But then I snapped back when I saw her green scarf fly towards my direction. I picked it up and was about to run to give it back when I glanced up, she was gone.

Then I remembered that she placed something in my hand. I opened my palm and saw a crumpled piece of paper, probably from her sketchpad.

I smoothed it out and smiled. There was something written on it.

Looking at her scarf then at the direction that she left, I grinned.

On the note, was written:

It’s Bella.

Bella… Italian for beautiful… a name so fitting…

I was starting to like fall.