Edward drove to the Flatstick Pub near Bella’s apartment in Pioneer Square. It was so drastically different from the posh restaurant where they’d eaten dinner. Neon beer signs and an indoor miniature golf course with AstroTurf grass made Bella giggle. “I’ve never been here. Do you mind if I take some video?”
“That’s fine,” Edward smiled.
“Do you want to be on film?” she asked. “I’ll respect your privacy if …”
“No, I’m proud to be with you,” Edward answered.
“Cool,” she beamed, pulling out her phone. She turned on the camera and grinned. “Hello fellow travelers. You know what they say about those hidden gems? They’re closest to home? Well, I’ve found one. I’m on a date with the handsome Edward. Say hello, Edward.”
He grinned crookedly, waving to her phone. “Hey, everyone.”
“He’s another hidden gem, but we’ll talk about him later. When we’re not on our date, hmmmm? Anyway, Edward’s the one who found this place. It’s awesomely cheesetastic and I can’t wait to try it out. Maybe you’ll get to see me suck it up playing mini golf in heels. Yes, folks. I’m in heels. Edward, take the phone. I should give them a glimpse of me dressed up like a girl,” she giggled.
“A sexy girl,” Edward cooed, taking her phone. “Turn around, baby. Show off those curves.”
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