chapter 3: Recognision
"Bonjour?" asked Belle
No answer.
A shadow. Belle's heart skipped.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I'm Belle," said Belle, sticking out her right hand. Her eyes flickered to his emerald green eyes. There was something familiar about him, about his emerald-green eyes, his voice was familiar but more gruff and had deepened considerably but she couldn't think who he was. She saw a vision of a slight, black-haired boy with glasses with her, dancing to Oh Children by Nick Cave in a tent in Wales. "And you are..."
"I don't have a name."
"What?!" cried Belle, astonished. "Everyone has a name. Barry. Yes. Not Barny, too much like Bill and Fleur, Barry, yes. Suits you."
He shrugged. "Okay, Barry..."
Belle smiled at him, his smile was much toothier then when she last saw it, but yes, she must test her therory.