A Twilight fanfiction novel - SheeWolf85

She looked at him. “Nothing. I was just really comfortable out there with you.”
He smiled and took her hand. “If you’d like, we can walk around town for a while. I think there’s an
umbrella in the back.” He didn’t care about getting wet, but it was in there for his dad.
She smiled. “I’d like that.” She squeezed his hand.
As they walked up and down the streets, they pointed out different houses and buildings to make a
comment about it.
“That’s my aunt’s flower shop,” Renesmee said. The building was gray with a sign that read
‘Whitlock Floral’ hanging above the door. “Know anyone who needs a job? She’s been looking to
hire some more help since it’s getting so busy.”
Jacob shook his head. “Maybe you could pitch in?”
“Jake, don’t give her that idea, please? I love my aunt and all, but being around flowers all day is not
my idea of a good time.”
“You like walking in the trees,” he pointed out.
“Well, yes, but that’s different. It’s not arranging flowers for cantankerous old witches.” She laughed
at the look on his face. “I’m talking about the customers, of course; not my aunt.”
“Of course.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her head. “What does your uncle do?”
“He works on occasion at the museum in Seattle. He’s a history buff and really big on weapons and
things from the civil war. He helps to restore exhibits when they come in or give tours when Maria,
the usual guide, can’t come in. He usually only has to go in a few times a month.” She thought it
was the perfect job.
“That sounds pretty nice.” Now Jacob understood all the guns.
“Yeah, he likes it. It was nice for me growing up, because any time I had questions, I’d just call him
and he’d explain it in a way that made sense. He was part of the reason I was able to graduate
early.”
“Do you know what you might want to do? Any interests?”
She shrugged. “I don’t know yet. I’ve thought becoming a chef like my grandma, but then a part of
me wants to be a doctor like my dad.”
“You should do both.”
She smiled and looked up at him. “Why?”
He shrugged. “Because you’d be really hot in the kitchen and with a white coat and stethoscope.”
She blushed. “I’ll consider that.”
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