“Hello", said a quiet, musical voice.
I looked up, stunned that he was speaking to me. He was sitting as far away from me as the
desk allowed, but his chair was angled toward me. His hair was dripping wet – he looked like someone
in a commercial for hair gel. His dazzling face was friendly, open, a slight smile on his flawless lips.
But his eyes were careful.
“My name is Edward Cullen," he continued. “I didn't have a chance to introduce myself last
week. You must be Bella Swan."
My mind was spinning with confusion. He was perfectly polite now. I had to speak; he was
waiting. But I couldn't think of anything conventional to say.
“H-how do you know my name?" I stammered.
He laughed a soft laugh.
“Oh, I think everyone knows your name. The whole town was waiting for you to arrive."
MEYER, S. Twilight. New York: Megan Tingley Books, 2006. Page 43.
According to Bella's descriptions in the text, Edward was