"ANASTASIA!" Carlisle spoke in a pleasant surprise as he opened the door to reveal the windswept eighteen year old girl. "Please, come in." He moved further back to allow her to pass through the door.
She waited for him to lock the door before following him into the room he set off into, it seemed to be his study. As soon as they stopped, she made a move to open her bag and retrieve his sweater, holding the neatly folded item of clothing out towards him.
"You forgot this. Don't worry, it's been washed and everything, I'm sorry I couldn't get it back to you sooner, I didn't even know you left it there." She smiled as he gratefully took it.
His hand lingered on hers as they touched, again he was ice cold, though perhaps it was just poor circulation? "No, I'm sorry, I don't even remember leaving it there, but thank you for returning it to me, it is nice to see you again."
"Of course." She smiled. "Your home is quite lovely, though it is a slight trek from the town." Anastasia joked, her laugh was replicated by Carlisle's briefly.
"You could've waited to give it to me tomorrow, instead of walking all this way."
"Well, I thought that-" She tried to create a reason, but she couldn't find one.
Carlisle laughed again. "Do you have your cell phone on you?" Her answer was her digging it out of her cardigan pocket, holding it up in the air, to which his hand moved towards it. "May I?"
"Sure." She let him take the device out of her hands as he quickly inputted something into it.
"If you ever need to contact me, for a ride somewhere, for anything, ring this number, alright?" He then placed it back into her awaiting hands. "Would you like anything to eat? A glass of something to drink? I believe my family have just finished preparing a meal if you'd like a bowl? We've just finished ours, you see."
"If it doesn't intrude on anything, I'd appreciate it." Anastasia answered, following his keen movements towards the exceptionally modern kitchen. In which, a woman with caramel-coloured hair stood by the sink, seemingly washing a dish.
"This is Esme, she's like an aunt to the kids." He explained hastily. "I'll get you a bowl, why don't you go and take a seat?"
The dining table sat in another vast space, this house was like a maze and without someone to guide her through it, she'd definitely become lost.
"How are you feeling?" Carlisle seemed to arrive almost a second after she sat down, a bowl of warm food in his hands which was quickly set down in front of her, along with a fork.
"I'm fine, my leg seems to have miraculously just gotten so much better!" She beamed, causing him to immediately mirror her. "It seems you don't need to pick me up anymore, you can get on with your day without worrying about it."
He shook his head, his laughter whilst doing seemed second nature to him when he was with her. "Don't worry about it, I'm definitely still going to give you a ride, especially when it's so cold, I know Bella isn't exactly on time when coming to get you."
Her eyes widened. "How exactly did you know that?" She asked, quickly finishing her mouthful of the meal before doing so.
"How do you think I know?"
"Well, I'm presuming Edward told you."
"Then I presume that your presumption would be correct." He replied. "How's the food?" He enquired, wanting to know if he was still any good at cooking.
"It's quite marvellous, thank you, Carlisle."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "I've not really cooked in a while, so I'm glad you think so."
"Who normally prepares the food around here then?" She glanced at the silverware she was using and the designs were so beautifully intricate that she gathered the fact they must've been expensive, but the bowl that her pasta sat in was also seemed pricy.
He cleared his throat and seemed to almost be in thought. "Esme will typically take over for meals." Carlisle responded confidently. "Always."
Anastasia then decided to change the subject. "How did your family react to Bella being with Edward? She told me that, and I quote, 'They are quite particular', did everything go alright?"
Carlisle furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, before returning his expression to a lighter one. "Yes, everything was alright, though I suppose Alice was slightly eager and Rosalie was... Guarded." He added awkwardly. "I think Edward was just showing her his room."
A significant amount longer had passed and Anastasia had an slight feeling in the back of her mind that she had gone past the time she had told her grandmother she'd be back by, and so her eyes flickered to the clock that sat mounted upon the wall. She was definitely late.
"I'm so sorry, but I think I should get going, I told my Grams I'd be back an hour ago." She hurried out as she quickly flung on her own jacket, knowing it was now beginning to thunder outside. "I'll see you tomorrow, Carlisle."
"Please, allow me to drive you back, save you getting soaked by the storm outside."
Someone passing by the room then cleared their throat. "I'm just heading out to get some new tools, I'll pass her house on the way." This was who Anastasia presumed to be Rosalie, her perfect blonde hair fell in soft curls down her back and her face seemed to be carved by angels, everything about her seemed perfect.
Anastasia couldn't help but notice how Carlisle's face seemed to fall at her words, but as soon as he noticed her looking, he quickly switched into a smile. "Thank you, Rosalie." He then got up and took the dishes from Anastasia's meal. "I'll see you tomorrow morning, Anastasia."
The brunette then followed the blonde to her red convertible which had clearly been worked on by the state of it compared to other one's she had seen in magazines before. "Is your hobby working on cars?"
Rosalie nodded. "I basically rebuilt the entire engine on this one." She opened the door for the younger girl as she got in on the opposite side, driving them off back to Anastasia's home.
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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 ➻ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝐂𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧
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