"Take her dancing. Chicks dig guys who can dance," PA Number Three muttered, brushing the dirt off Rob's jacket sleeve.
The thing was, when Edward danced, alarms for natural disasters went off and the last thing he wanted to do was crack Bella up with his dorky, flaily, spastic arms and legs.
It took him a moment to remember that she already knew about his 'mad dancing skills' and apparently it didn't bother her in the least.
That thought made him smile for the rest of the day.
It didn't matter what they did… It just mattered that they were.