A/N: Points of view will be both Bella and Edward. First up: Bella.

Glancing at the clock for the umpteenth time, it mocks me. 4:51 PM. Just a few more minutes of work. Friday afternoon. The seconds tick by ever so slowly. I can't wait to get out of here and tonight couldn't get here fast enough, especially since today has been an unusually long day at work. I've actually been ready since I arrived just before the start of my shift at 8:00 AM.

It seems pointless to start a new project, so I pretend to look busy for the few remaining minutes. I wouldn't want to upset the new boss. If we aren't shuffling papers, typing on the keyboard, or making calls, she assumes we are wasting company money. At the top of the hour, I shut my computer off, grab my purse, and quickly make my way to the elevators.

Approaching the gateway to my exit, my boss, Irina, stands by one of the doors. She's pressing buttons on her phone, appearing busy as we silently wait. I will the elevator to arrive sooner rather than later—never one for idle chit chats with my manager. Opening my purse to find my chapstick, I hope to avoid a discussion on my personal affairs. It's not that I don't want to talk about it, I just don't know her enough to share them with her.

Movement distracts me.

With the delay of the elevators, my luck finally runs out. Irina places her phone in her purse then swings it on her shoulder with extreme finesse. Looking at me for the first time since I arrived, she raises her eyebrows, "Good afternoon, Isabella. Ready to get out of here?" She glances at her phone. "And on time, too."

Hell yeah!

"Yes. It's been a long day."

"Tell me about it. Between Jack needing information now and Bill wanting changes to the team, there's just too much to do. But enough about work, we can discuss it all next week. Do you have big plans for the weekend?"

"No. It's going to be low key like always." I pause. Even though I don't care about them, I do the responsible thing by asking her the same. "You?"

"Not really. My sister, Kate, and her family are in town so I'm sure they will want to do something fun."

Ding. The elevator finally chimes alerting us to its arrival. As we enter I respond, "Well, have fun."

"Thanks. She's the one with four kids, ages two to ten years old." And she's reminding me of the lineage because?

"It's going to be a mad house," she responds as if reading my mind.

I'm sure. "But I'm sure you will have fun with them."

"True." The walls of the elevator are brown on all sides except the door which happens to be mirrors. She uses them to move a stray hair back into place.

I glance at the descending numbers hoping it to go faster.

She breaks the welcomed silence. "But it sure will be crazy at my place with all those kids."

Kids. Maybe one day...

Before I can comment further, the elevator comes to a stop.

Ding.

I couldn't get out of there fast enough.

"Well, have a great weekend," I respond, but she beats me out of the confined space. "And enjoy the visit."

Barely looking in my direction, she says, "You have a great weekend, too."

A great weekend. Mine certainly has the potential, but my nerves prevent me from getting genuinely excited. The truth is everything is riding on tonight. It could be the beginning of something great or the whole thing could go up in flames leaving me to sift through the ashes of what could have been.

What should have been...

A/N: Thanks for checking out this new story.

Sentence teaser for next chapter: I've never been this forward or even this bold to meet someone and then end up in their bed.

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