Disclaimer: Twilight and it's character's are the property of Stephanie Meyer. Any similarities to other works of fanfiction are unintentional and coincidental.

Author's Note: This is my first stab at a drabble type story. The idea has been in my head for months now. Rated M for future lemons.

Bella

Our eyes meet across the bar.

I immediately look down at my drink, then sneak a glance back in your direction. Much to my surprise, your attention is on me and not on the hoards of women swarming around you.

Your lips curl into a lazy smile and my heart skips a beat. A faint blush colors my cheeks.

Your smile turns to a smirk as you peel an overly eager redhead off your arm and make your way toward me.

I swallow hard, a playful smile tugs at my lips.

Without invitation you take the chair across from me. Your knuckles move tenderly over my cheek. You tell me the color looks good on me.

Your slow Southern drawl and tender touch sends a shiver through me.

You are the sexiest man I've ever laid eyes on.

Just the look in your eyes has me mentally undressing you.

What am I thinking? I do not pick up strange men in bars.

I don't even know your name!

It's as if you can read my mind as the word leaves your lips. Jasper.

I somehow manage to respond with my own.

All I can think about is getting you home.