2005 March 10th, Forks. (Twilight PDF pg. 108)
"Debussy to this?" Edward was still holding the cd case aloft, smile curling his lips.
He'd accepted that they would continue to have nothing in common, to be so diametrically opposed in their night and day differences on every level until the Debussy. He had to admit, even as he shook his head, amused, and shoved the cd back into the compartment with all the others, music was a fortuitous place to start.
He'd accepted that they would continue to have nothing in common, to be so diametrically opposed in their night and day differences on every level until the Debussy. He had to admit, even as he shook his head, amused, and shoved the cd back into the compartment with all the others, music was a fortuitous place to start.