Edward: Would you dance with me?
Bella: Me? I’d like to, but I don’t dance.
Edward: Why?
Bella: I have two left feet. I’m so clumsy, first I’d step all over your feet, and then I’d stumble all over the dance floor.
Edward: I don’t believe that. I bet you’re very graceful on the dance floor. You wouldn’t stumble; you’d glide across that floor.
Bella: I’m the most uncoordinated person alive. When I was little, I was even more awkward. My mother hated taking me shopping because I was so accident-prone. Everywhere we’d go, I was like a bull in a china shop. I’m not like Rosalie. Look at her. She’s so elegant.
Edward: Rosalie has nothing on you. Dance with me and I promise to catch you if you trip.
Bella: What if I step all over your feet?
Edward: You won’t get the chance. My feet will be moving so quickly, I will dazzle you with my agility and finesse.
Bella: Okay, you asked for it!