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"So, Mr Cullen." I smiled as I padded down the sand on my castle, "How long have you lived here?"

"I moved here when I was nineteen." He smiled, "So three years."

"Three years and you picked up the language already?" I blinked in surprise, stopping to watch him add a few pebble windows to his sandcastle.

He laughed, "It's pretty easy when you're surrounded by it."

"Yeah I suppose... I'd love to live here."

"So why don't you?" He smiled, "You're young. You could move here."

I shook my head sadly. How was I supposed to tell him that could never happen because I had a fiancé at home waiting to marry me?

The thought of telling him that made me feel sick.

"I don't think I could leave America to be honest..." I mumbled instead.

He nodded in understanding, not pushing the subject as he stood up, "Are we done?"

I took his offered hand and jumped up, looking at our masterpieces, "We're done."

He smiled, "Okay. Now we smash them up."

I laughed loudly, looking over at him, "Smash them? Is that some kind of Italian tradition?"

He grinned, "No. It's an Edward tradition. You smash mine, I'll smash yours."

I giggled, "Deal."

We moved towards each other's castles and I watched as I stamped my foot down into the top of Edward's fort. He jumped onto mine and I laughed with him, completely destroying his sandcastle.

When we were both done we stood back and inspected our work, "Perfect." Edward grinned.

I rolled my eyes at him, laughing as I turned to look around us, "We're such big kids."

"Someone needs to be." He smirked, "Alright, come on. It's almost lunchtime. Have you eaten at all today?"

I shook my head as I followed him back up the beach, stopping at the top to slip my shoes back on.

He frowned, "Bella you haven't eaten in days. That can't be good for you."

I laughed, "Edward, I'm a big girl. I can take care of myself."

He sighed, "That's not the point. Come on, I'm taking you for food."

"But what about our sightseeing?" I started to complain.

He smiled, tugging on my elbow gently as he started to walk backwards, "I know the perfect place, and it has a story to go with it."

I smiled, following him quickly as we started to walk back the way we came. He didn't turn up the hill like he had before, instead he continued along the sea front street.

When we were halfway up the street, I noticed a little cafe with a few tables and chairs outside.

"Is that where we're going?" I smiled, raising my hand to point to it.

He nodded, walking across the road with me slowly, "Yup. It does a lovely chicken dish."

"I love chicken." I smiled.

"Me too." He laughed, moving to walk inside the little cafe slowly.

I followed his lead and he brought us to a table, pulling my chair out for me. I sat down, glancing at him as he sat across from me, "Thank you."

"Anytime." He smiled, lifting two of the menus before stalling and then setting one down.

I laughed slightly at his actions, "Why'd you do that?"

"I forgot it's in Italian." He grinned, "I'll have to read it to you."

"Oh..." I laughed at myself, "Now I just feel like a big kid."

He smirked, "Don't worry, I won't be evil and order you the raw fish."

"You guys eat raw fish?"

He laughed at full volume, louder than he had at any point during our time together. It was a beautiful thing to watch. "No." He shook his head, speaking in between his laughing, "I'm kidding."

I took a breath, shaking my head before I smiled, looking around at the little cafe. It was exactly how I would've pictured it. There was a counter at the top and little tables and chairs scattered around the room. Carefree, just like this village.

"Okay so you like Chicken..." Edward mumbled to himself, serious now as he looked through the menu, "How about the Chicken Casserole with vegetables and fries? Or the chicken and ham pie with potatoes?"

I smiled, my hunger now evident in my body, "Chicken Casserole." I nodded, "Don't you think that's a little big for a lunchtime meal though?"

He shook his head, "In Italy lunch is the main meal of the day."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

He nodded, "Sometimes bigger than two courses, and desert too."

"So what about dinner?"

"Normally the same, only smaller." He nodded and smiled, standing up slowly, "I'll go order the food."

"Wait." I called as he started to walk away, "I have money here."

He rolled his eyes, "Don't make me laugh. I'm not going to make you pay for your meal."

I smiled to myself, "You don't have to pay for me..."

"I know that. But I want to." He turned away from me then and walked to the counter.

When he sat back down again he set two glasses of coke down in front of me, "Is coke okay?"

I nodded, smiling widely at the drink, "Thank you."

"I'm guessing you're thirsty."

I reached forward, taking a quick drink before I drank more eagerly until I was hydrated again. I set the glass down slowly, "I never realised... I guess I'm not used to the hot air..."

He nodded, "It took me forever to get used to it..."

I smiled, taking in his lightly tanned features, "Do you spend a lot of time outside?"

He laughed, shaking his head slightly, "I guess so... I don't know... I just do what I want..."

I nodded to myself before I leaned forward a little, "You said there was a story to go with this place..."

"Oh yeah." He sat forward until we were just inches apart, smiling as he reached into the sugar bowl to take out a sachet, "This cafe dates back about... Fifty years or so... When it first opened, a young woman worked here for her father as a waitress. Everyday she'd see a man come in to eat... But she never got to serve him... She was always busy working with someone else... But she would always watch him as he left, and she noticed how," Edward held up the sugar, "He'd take a sachet of sugar, put it in his pocket and leave..."

"Why?" I whispered, feeling myself get caught up in the story and the green depths of Edward's eyes.

He smiled crookedly, "One night when she was working, the man came in again. This time she got to serve him... When she was clearing away his table and he got up to leave, she asked him why he always took some sugar... He smiled and told her it was because he always liked to have a bit of sweetness in his life." I smiled, laughing quietly to myself as he spoke, "But when he left that time, he never took any sugar with him... She never questioned him, she never got the chance. But when she was closing the cafe that night and walked outside to head home, he was waiting for her. When she asked about the sugar, he told her he didn't need it anymore, because he had her."

I stayed quiet, shaking my head in awe as I thought of the story. I smiled, looking at Edward, "Is it really true?"

"Of course it is." Someone answered, but it wasn't the beautiful boy sitting across from me.

I turned my head to the voice, and saw an old man standing next to us, holding two plates of food in his hands, smiling down at us, "I always had enough sugar for my coffee when I got home that night."

I stared up at him, "It's you?"

He chuckled, "Oh yes. I was such a romantic back then..."

"You still are." A voice came from beside him and I glanced at a woman of the same age, smiling at her love.

The man set our plates down in front of us and spoke once again in his strong Italian accent, "Romance gets you everything you want. Remember that."

He linked the woman's arm through his before they walked off together, back to the kitchen behind the counter.

"Wow..." I shook my head, "Thank you. That's a wonderful story."

Edward smiled and shrugged, "Anytime. Now eat, I don't want you passing out during our next trip."

I lifted my fork, "Why? Where are we going?"

"You'll see." He grinned, "But we're going to have to take desert to go, and hire a bicycle."

Well... That sounded interesting.

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