Isabella Swan was, without a doubt, the strangest person Edward Cullen had ever met. If she wasn't an excellent personal assistant – and she was – he was sure he would find an excuse to have her removed from his employment. The truth was, however, she was the best personal assistant he ever had – and he'd had quite a few. Not only was she seemingly not afraid of him like so many young women before her seemed to be, she was currently openly making fun of him. At least, he thought that was what she was doing. Or maybe she was just crazy? He wasn't sure.
At the present moment Isabella Swan was singing and dancing right in front of him all because he had asked an innocent enough question. Okay, so maybe it wasn't so innocent. He had, in fact, asked it to see if he could get any kind of reaction out of her because he was starting to think that she might be gay. Not that it mattered, but she didn't fawn all over him like most other women. He didn't mind this. It was actually a refreshing change and it was another reason she was an excellent personal assistant.
However, Isabella Swan's lack of interest was unusual and Edward Cullen didn't like unusual. He liked predictable, well organized, and ordinary.
Edward was on his way to a benefit dinner, dressed in a tailored suit that he knew fit him perfectly (his sister Alice told him so when she had him buy it). When he came out of his office to say goodnight to Miss Swan before picking up his date she didn't even seem to notice that he had changed except to say, "Have fun Sir!" So he asked her if she thought his outfit looked proper for this evenings function. She paused, looked him up and down and then - and this was when he was sure her breath would catch and her eyes would widen in appreciation – she smirked.
She looked him straight in the eye and said "You're missing something."
"Really?" He asked, turning around in a full circle like a dog looking for his tail. Edward was sure he had brought everything he needed to change.
"Yes," Miss Swan said with a little grin.
"What is it?"
"A what?" Which really, Edward thought, was kind of a stupid answer because he knew what a smile was. He had smiled before. Still, he felt his response was no stupider than her answer.
"You know, a smile? You're never fully dressed without a smile?"
Edward stood there with his mouth open for a moment as he stared at her and tried to decide if she was being serious. While he stood there Miss Swan quickly rose from her desk, grabbed her umbrella and hat, and came around to stand in front of him.
"You know, the song?: You're Never Fully Dressed Without A Smile"
Slowly Edward shook his head.
And then, to his surprise, seemingly quiet Miss Swan started singing.
Singing and dancing.
"Hey hobo man, Hey Dapper Dan, you've both got your style but brother you're never fully dressed without a smile.
"You're clothes may be Beau Brummelly, They stand out a mile but brother you're never fully dressed without a smile.
"Who cares what they're wearing on Main Street or Saville Row. It's what you wear from ear to ear (ear-to-ear) and not from head to toe that ma-a-a-ters."
Edward continued to stand in shock and watch Miss Swan singing and dancing in front of her desk.
While she sang she did this little dance with her umbrella and lifted her hat on and off her head while swinging out her plaid-stocking legs. It was like he had his own personal one-person chorus line in his reception area. When Miss Swan came to the end of the 'a-a-a-ters' she looked up at him with her big brown eyes twinkling, hat on her head, umbrella placed directly in front of her with both hands on the handle as she used it for balance and moved her hips from side to side (making Edward notice the swishing of the skirt she was wearing).
Miss Swan started on a series of doot-doot-doos but then abruptly stopped, cheeks suddenly turning scarlet.
It was at that point that Edward noticed his mouth was hanging open. He also noticed that while Miss Swan might be a crazed show-tunes singing personal assistant she was also, just a little bit, adorable.