Edward isn’t known to be talkative. He’s almost like the Forks Highschool resident weirdo. He keeps to himself.

He sits at lunch with his family, as always. But something—someone catches his eye. You.

You were sitting alone, your lunch tray was next to you at the table, and you were drawing in a small sketchbook. That interested Edward.

He walked over and tapped your shoulder to snap you out of your daze.

“Hey.” He speaks softly. “Do you mind if I sit with you?”