I pulled my long hair up into a ponytail, grabbed my bag and the packet they had given me yesterday and bounded out the door.

I was on my way to the building where all of the swimming and diving competitions were taking place. That is where I would be for the next couple of weeks. Let me tell you, not a bad place to work. Was I being a bit weird about this whole hot swimmers thing? I can’t help my self; have you seen these guys? You know how some people swoon over models? Well, I swoon over swimmers (specifically Edward Cullen).

The elevator arrived and I walked on. My room was on one of the very top floors, so I was surprised when I saw that there was already someone in the elevator. And, yes, that’s right. It was Edward Cullen. Just him being so close to me made me blush. I felt like I was back in high school with a silly little crush.

He was in jeans today and a dark blue button down shirt. How silly I felt in my uniform next to him. Well, not really next to him. We were on opposite sides of the very large elevator. I saw that he had already pressed the button for the Lobby, which was where I was headed as well. The elevator very slowly (in my opinion at least) started to make its descent. I was suddenly pulled out of my own thoughts when he spoke.

“So, what sport are you?” he said softly. Was he insane? He honestly thought I, Bella Swan, played a sport. At an Olympic level no less. I don’t even think they trusted me enough to keep score in high school. I turned to him. His eyebrows were raised, expectant of my answer. He looked extremely at ease, leaning up against the side of the elevator. I would not be surprised at all if a photographer jumped out of no where, snapped his picture, and then slapped it on the cover of GQ or People.

“Ahhh, no sport. I work for the IOC. Just helping out,” I managed to get out. He tilted his head up, as if he was coming to grips of what I just said.

“Well, Miss No Sport, I guess you can tell me where the athletes breakfast is,” he said with humor in his voice and a smile on his face. I realized that I hadn’t seen him smile before. Before competition, everyone was always very serious. His smile was beautiful (of course) as he showed off his perfect white teeth. He was asking me…oh…ummm.

“It’s on the fifth floor,” I said with confidence in my voice. It looked like all those hours of memorizing information last night paid off! I can’t imagine what I would do if I didn’t know where the breakfast was…

We had arrived at the lobby and I glanced back at Edward as I got off the elevator. He was grinning at me, which threw me off for a second or two. And, why would he be doing that? I just smiled back.

“Wait! I don’t know your name!” I spun around as fast as my body could manage. His whole face had lit up. I gave him a small smile.

“It’s Bella. Bella Swan.”

“Well, thank you very much for your help, Miss Swan. I hope we run into each other again,” he said bowing a bit to me. I laughed at his old fashioned gesture. He gave me one last mind-blowing smile before the elevator doors closed between us.

And, with that, my whole body melted into a pile on shiny tile floor.