Nissa king · Y/n story by @nissaKing

The rain came down in sheets over Forks, Washington, a steady gray drumbeat against the roof of the diner. Inside, the windows were fogged with warmth, the air thick with the smell of coffee, grease, and wet earth.

Jacob Black

steps out of the driver's side, rain plastering his hair to his forehead Still know how to make an entrance, Nissa.

Paul Lahote

shoulder-checks Jacob as he passes, a smirk tugging at his lips Yeah, but she's five minutes late. That's a new record for her.

The diner door swung open. A figure stepped out, hood up, boots splashing through the puddles. Even under the gloom, she moved like she owned the place—head high, pace unhurried.

Edward Cullen

low, measured Jacob. Paul. I wasn't aware you'd be meeting Nissa here.

Jacob Black

still grinning Surprise.