Author's Notes: I do not own Once Upon A Time which is a show on ABC where I finally got to watch Sunday's episode (Remember, vacation) and oh my God, I can't not help but be happy. I know, stupid dagger. Anyway, thanks for the reads and reviews. I hope the quick update makes up for the vacation break. Anyway, please let me know what you think and happy reading!
It had been chaos leaving the house. Everyone had divided into their separate vehicles with calls to the dwarves, the Merry Men and Hook. That had led to Gold interrogating Emma until she screamed she didn't care and Belle told him that was enough. Merlin pushed his way into the Cadillac sending Beatrice in her car with Joseph and Mahnaz.
"We have a problem," said Merlin.
"Do we now?," asked Gold dryly. "I had no idea."
He leaned forward from the backseat. "Our young lovers are not quite where we need them to be and I would say we need them to be there by the time this child is born."
Belle looked at Merlin. "Zelena still doesn't have what she needs for her spell. Regina's kept her heart from her."
"Yes, how long do you think that's going to last?," asked Merlin. "These people give new meaning to the word incompetence. Every time I think they've reached bottom, they find a new low. We're going to be at the Earth's core soon."
"She still won't have a brain," said Belle.
"Until sunshine gives her one," said Merlin, casting a glance at Gold.
"I said no such-"
"You're thinking about it. I can see the wheels spinning in your head from here."
"You won't do it," said Belle.
Gold didn't answer.
"Rumple!"
He pulled up to the hospital without further comment.
"Rumple..." Belle said again.
"What am I supposed to do?"
"You can't give her what she needs, we still don't know what she wants! You saw what she did to Beatrice!"
"And what do you suppose she'll do to Bae?!," Gold shouted back.
Gold parked the car and marched in the hospital. Belle turned to Merlin.
"Who is he?"
"Who is who?"
"The boy. If you tell me who he is, maybe I can think of some other way for Beatrice to come to terms with her feelings for him."
"I don't know that it will be helpful."
"Let me decide."
"Sherlock Holmes."
Belle froze.
"Really?," she asked.
"Yes, really."
Belle was incredulous. "Sherlock Holmes?!"
"You fell in love with Rumplestiltskin and your father is Merlin. Did you think she was going to fall for some boy called Chad?"
"Is there a reason we're all going to the hospital?," asked Mahnaz.
"Because these people are shockingly incompetent," said Joseph as they emerged from Beatrice's car and right into an argument between Hook and Emma.
"You had no right to keep this from me!"
"The witch gave me no choice, Swan!"
"What's going on?," asked Beatrice.
"Who is she?," Hook asked motioning at Mahnaz.
"I'm Mahnaz," she answered cheerfully with a wave.
"Right, Mahnaz, Captain Hook, my dad's first wife's..." Beatrice shook her head. "I don't know. Boyfriend? Sugar daddy?"
"What's a sugar daddy?," asked Hook.
"He's not entirely terrible," said Beatrice. "He likes Jane Austen."
"I do not!"
"He's a liar," said Emma. "He didn't tell me Zelena cursed his lips so if he kisses me he takes away my powers."
They stood there for a moment.
"Yeah, this is weird, I'm going inside," said Beatrice.
They walked right inside and to the sentry point the Merry Men had set up. Robin was in deep conversation with Regina.
"This looks serious," said Sherlock.
Regina turned to them in exasperation. "Zelena took my heart. She threatened Roland."
"For which I apologize again," said Robin.
Beatrice gasped. "Not Roland!" She turned to Mahnaz. "You have to see this kid. He gives cuteness new levels."
"So, your point is that the witch now has two of the four ingredients for her spell?," asked Joseph.
"The witch won't get past my men and I," Robin promised.
"That remains to be seen," said Joseph.
"It's fine. We've still got Emma to do the pendant taking part," said Beatrice.
"Where is Emma?," asked Regina.
"Yelling at Hook in the parking lot."
"They pulled away as we went inside," said Mahnaz. "Sorry, what pendant?"
Belle walked in the reception room.
"Beatrice," said Belle, "would you come have a cup of tea?"
"I don't drink tea."
"You can watch me," said Belle, ushering her away.
THEN
Beatrice waved her hand and opened the cabinet. She gave a quick glance behind her and pulled a tome from the shelf. This particular book was black with a gilded heart on the front.
She flipped ahead to the page she was looking for and found illustrations among the Elvin writings.
A heart. A hand.
It seemed simple enough.
"Beatrice!," Gold called.
With a wave of magic she returned the book to the shelf as her parents joined her in the backroom. Gold was carrying a box.
"What's that?," asked Beatrice.
He put the box on the work table and opened up the box to reveal a glowing but very black heart.
"Cora's heart," explained Belle.
"And why do you have it?," asked Beatrice.
"It was part of our agreement with the Charmings," said Gold. "I promised not to crush it and we have control over her."
"Then there's Zelena."
"She's still powerless," said Belle.
"Your mother's right. Her pendant holds her magic, without it she can do nothing."
Beatrice looked up at them. "So, they're not going to do anything. They don't care what I think."
"That's another problem for another day, sweetheart," said Gold.
"Great. Let's just cheer on the Charmings and their parade of stupid," said Beatrice.
"That's the spirit," Gold quipped.
"Beatrice," said Belle, "I know this whole transition has been difficult, but you can't dwell on everything bad that's happened to you. That's what people like Zelena do."
"Well, there that's decided," said Beatrice, picking up her coat.
"I don't follow," said Gold.
"I'm not Snow White. I'm not Aurora. I'm not Ariel. I'm not even Belle. I am not a princess. Well, I was for a while. That's gone now and you are left with the cynical disappointment that I have always been and will always be."
Beatrice rushed towards the door.
"Beatrice, get back here!," shouted Belle. "Who ever said you were a disappointment?"
Beatrice let the door slam.
NOW
Belle got her tea from the hospital cafeteria. Beatrice grabbed a soda, wondering what her mother was up to.
"Hey."
Beatrice frowned. "Hey."
"So, we haven't really had a chance to talk lately."
"Um, since a curse took away all of our memories? I guess not."
"How are you getting along with Sher- Joseph?" Beatrice eyed her and Belle shook her head. "Joseph. That's who I meant."
"I don't know. He's okay."
"Really? Just okay?"
"Mom, what are you doing?"
"I don't know. It's just we've lost a whole year, I get the feeling that there's more between you two."
Beatrice groaned.
"What?," Belle asked.
"In the one memory we managed to get back, we established no one is ever going to love me."
"I love you," said Belle.
"You know what I mean."
"Just because that wretch didn't love you does not mean no one can, but Beatrice you cannot live your life with the belief that no one can love you."
"Seriously, you want to do this right now? Wicked Witch coming this way any moment?"
"Beatrice," Belle said in her most stern voice, "tell me you know you can be loved."
Beatrice shook her head. "Right now?"
"Yes, this is the most important thing I will ever teach you and I need to know that I've done my job."
"Mom, my lonely future is in no way an indictment of you-"
"Yes, it is," Belle said desperately. "Someday I won't be around-"
"Don't say that."
"Tell me."
Beatrice sighed. "I believe someone- someone who's probably nonexistent or fictional at the least- can love me. Okay? Can we get back to the witch fighting?"
While Beatrice absconded with Belle, Joseph remained in the reception area with Robin Hood and the Merry Men. Hook and Emma entered the hospital, looking stricken.
"What's wrong?," asked Robin.
"Nothing," muttered Emma.
"Swan lost her magic."
Joseph rolled his eyes.
"It was CPR! I did it to save your life!"
"Did you try the thirty chest compressions before the rescue breathing?," asked Joseph.
Emma stared at him in silence. Joseph's phone rang.
"Oh, finally someone with some sense," he said. "Hello, John."
His brother already sounded irate when he first spoke. "What exactly is this message supposed to mean, Joseph?"
"Really, John? You're just now deciding to ring me back?"
"I'm on maneuvers and I get back to my room to find a bizarre series of text messages which I assume must be jokes-"
"What are they?"
John paused. "You don't remember the text messages?"
"No. What were they?"
"Joseph, have you been using again?"
"Not that I remember," said Joseph.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means I don't remember! What was the message?"
"I don't know, mostly rubbish about fairy tales, except the last one."
"What was the last one?"
"Play the waltz."
Joseph hung up the phone.
The waltz. For Beatrice. That was why he had approached her at the town meeting. He reached in his pocket for the paper.
It was gone.
He walked to Gold.
"Where is it?"
"Where is what, Mr. Gillette?"
"My waltz. Where is it?"
Belle joined them. "What is it?"
"He has my waltz. I need it."
"He took it, but he doesn't have it," said Belle.
"Oh?," asked Joseph.
Belle reached into her bag and handed him the piece of paper. Gold cringed. Joseph went to pull it away and Belle hung onto it.
"Zelena has Rumple's son, Beatrice's brother," said Belle. "That's why he took it."
"That still doesn't explain why he took it."
"You said you compose while you work," said Gold. "This is a symbol of your brain."
"She wants my brain?," asked Joseph. "Why?"
Belle looked squarely at him. "I think you know why she would want your brain."
Joseph eyed the paper and Belle's bracelet.
"Have you always had that?"
"Rumple made it for me." Belle closed his hand around the paper. "Whoever it is you think you are, you're probably right. Just please, we don't have much time."
"What is it you think I'm supposed to do?"
"I think you know," said Belle.
THEN
In all fairness, Beatrice was fairly certain that her mother didn't look upon her as a disappointment.
She was delusional like that and Zelena knew it.
Which was why she had to be dealt with.
Beatrice pulled her coat around her as she walked down the street.
"Ah, there you are."
She looked to her side to see Joseph walking beside her. She groaned.
"How did you find me? You tracked my footprints across town, followed my perfume?"
"No. I hacked into your iCloud account and used the 'Find My iPhone' function."
"You hacked into my account?"
"I guessed your password. It's not as if it was difficult."
"I don't have time for this, Joseph."
"Of course you do."
Joseph led Beatrice into the inn. The sitting room was empty except for a stand with a violin on it.
"Seriously?," asked Beatrice.
"I took a look at your waltz," said Joseph. "There are actually two versions, one meant for quite a large orchestra and a version for the violin. I've been rehearsing the violin version."
He took the violin and bow in hand.
As Joseph played, Beatrice could see and remember the man who composed it and how in love she had been.
And worst of all, she could even remember the girl she used to be, back before she was Zelena's sacrifice.
It ended.
"Why are you trying to win me?," asked Beatrice.
Joseph tilted his head. "Not quite the reaction I was hoping for."
"You're Sherlock Holmes. You don't need me. Nowhere in Sherlock Holmes does he have a girlfriend. You don't need me."
"And what about the Dark Princess' story?"
"Doesn't matter. Never has, never will and accepting that is the only thing I can do to stop myself from becoming a total psycho is to accept that."
Beatrice's phone rang. She looked at the text.
"Sorry, gotta go."
"Who was that?"
"No one," said Beatrice. "You don't need me."
She left in a flurry. Joseph followed her outside where she met Mulan.
"Did you get it?"
Mulan shook her head. "The sword didn't make it over in the curse. Are you certain it wasn't in your father's shop?"
"No, but I found something else. And Zelena?"
"As you suspected. Cora's traded the pendants."
"Yeah, I got that."
Beatrice put her phone up.
Mulan spoke. "You should let me do this. Zelena used me. I need to avenge Phillip."
"How? You don't have the sword, you don't have magic."
"And you think you have the magic to stop her?"
"I think I have to," said Beatrice.
Beatrice walked away.
"So, are you going to all just stay around here until this witch comes?," asked Mahnaz.
The different groups were stationed at various hospital corridors. Beatrice was currently hanging with the dwarves, the Merry Men were at another entrance, Regina and a powerless Emma elsewhere, then Gold and Merlin.
"You got a problem with our plan, sister?," asked Leroy.
Beatrice turned to her friend. "I wish I could say I have a better one, but I do not."
"I do."
She looked up as Joseph walked into the room and grabbed her by the arm.
"What's their problem?," Leroy asked Mahnaz.
"Um, hi," Beatrice said, struggling to keep pace with Joseph's long strides.
"We are running out of time," said Joseph.
"Yeah, I noticed."
"I do my best work when I'm under pressure. I think you share that. I probably like that about you."
"Good to know."
They reached a conservatory with plants and sunlight. Some of the elderly patients were sitting in their wheelchairs.
"Oh, good, an audience. Love a crowd, don't you?," he asked stepping towards a piano.
"Not really."
"No? Then I don't either." He turned to the patients. "Would you all mind terribly buggering off?"
None of them did and Joseph sat at the piano bench anyway.
"Okay, why are you at a piano?"
An old man pointed at Beatrice. "Your papa traded me for a mule."
"File a complaint!," snapped Joseph. He took out the paper and set it on the piano. "Human memory is divided into sensory memory, short term and long term memory. Long term memory encodes things semantically, making it into episodic memory which I think ought to be self-explanatory. You're clever, that's probably another thing I like about you. That's what the Witch's memory spell has taken."
Beatrice shook her head. "How do you know that?"
"You see but you do not observe," said Joseph. "When I awoke in this town without my memory, I didn't question the bed I slept in or the overwhelming stench of lasagna. I did question how I got there. The sensory memory is still there. The witch ought to strive to be more thorough."
"Still not explaining the piano."
"This is a waltz. I wrote it for you."
Beatrice frowned. "You wrote me a waltz?"
"I prefer the violin, but the piano will have to do. It was my second instrument in school, I did a term on the clarinet but there were creative differences." He stretched his fingers and went to the keys. "You're not so much trying to recall the time you heard this song as you are trying to recall an emotional connection with hearing it."
Joseph began playing.
"Is this a ball?," one old woman asked loudly.
"Do shut up," said Joseph.
The old people glared at him. Beatrice looked back at him.
"I don't see-"
"Normally, I would agree with you that this is a long shot, but this town seems to defy all logic, I suspect since the day I came to this place. Please play along. You seem better at improvisation."
Beatrice closed her eyes, trying to summon the magic around her. Joseph was right. There was something contained in the tune. Something she couldn't quite put a finger on, but it was... powerful.
"Witchcraft!," gasped one of the old men.
"Yes, that is in fact the point!," snapped Joseph. "still with me, Beatrice?"
She snapped her eyes open. The piano had stopped, but Beatrice could still hear strains of the violin. They swirled around her and she opened her eyes to see Joseph.
She kissed him.
A pulse of magic raced through the hospital.
They stared at each other.
THEN
There was a bang on the door of the pawn shop. Belle and Gold turned.
"It's Joseph," said Belle.
Gold walked and opened the door.
"Mr. Gillette-" Gold began as Joseph helped himself in.
Joseph walked in, eyes on Belle.
"She needs you."
"What? Is Beatrice alright?"
"She is now, but she rather unceremoniously left to go kill Zelena."
"Kill her?," asked Gold.
"She's meeting her and Cora. She's willing to do anything for you," said Joseph.
"Me?," asked Belle.
"Of course. You are what she loves more than anything."
Belle turned to Gold. "We have to stop her, Rumple. This isn't Beatrice."
"Let's go."
"Sorry. Am I to understand that you recently took possession of Cora's heart?"
"Is that important, dearie?"
"I have an idea."
NOW
"Beatrice..."
She stirred in Joseph's arms.
"Yeah, did I just swoon?," asked Beatrice, looking at the fact that her body was limp as Joseph held her.
"I think only technically."
"Oh, good, then I'm pathetic only technically," said Beatrice. She stood on her feet.
"To be fair, you are in fact a princess from a fairy tale," said Joseph.
"To be fair, I just did remember about fifty-one years worth of stuff," said Beatrice.
"The witch is here!," they heard Leroy shout.
"She's in here!," the old man shouted.
"Does that man have to shout everything?," asked Joseph.
"It's his thing," said Beatrice.
"Then why is he called Grumpy? He ought to be 'Shouty' or something."
"I know who can stop Zelena."
Joseph groaned. "Is this the part where you say it's you?"
"No, actually it's not."
"How refreshing."
"Mom!," called Beatrice.
"Mom?," Joseph echoed.
THEN
Beatrice entered the barn.
"Ah," said Zelena. "And here I thought you wouldn't join us."
"I'm not afraid of you," said Beatrice. She looked at Cora. "Though maybe I should have brought one of my parents along."
"That would have defeated the point," said Zelena. She held up her pendant. "I got it back and you're not getting your grubby little hands on it again."
"I will," said Beatrice.
"Then what's your plan?"
"She doesn't have one," said Cora.
Beatrice snapped her head towards Cora.
"Look at her, pacing around, she can't do what needs to be done." A satisfied smirk played at Cora's lips. "She has too much of her mother's weakness in her."
Beatrice shot the woman a glare.
"Rumplestiltskin's weakest pupil, how ironic."
"She's not weak," a voice spoke up.
Beatrice turned to see Joseph.
Zelena groaned. "Not this again. The Great Detective, are you going to tell us how you tracked her using bird migration paths or something?"
"A curious thought, but no, I'm here for Beatrice."
"You shouldn't be here."
"No, you shouldn't."
Cora sighed. "Enough with this endless carrying on."
"Oh, really, what are you going to do? Rip my heart out?"
Cora smiled. "Yes, I think I might."
"No-"
Cora plunged her hand into Joseph's chest and grinned as Beatrice's eyes grew wider. He gasped.
"No, no-"
Beatrice then realized something about the heart.
It was pretty black looking.
Cora did not notice, though, and she began squeezing it, only as dust began to fall to the ground did she look on it in shock.
"Oh, such a junior mistake to make, dearie."
Cora looked up at Gold and Belle.
"See, when you crush a heart, you should make sure it's not yours."
Cora collapsed in a heap on the floor as Belle ran to Beatrice. Zelena screamed in rage. Joseph straightened up.
"It's over, Zelena," said Gold.
"No, it's not," said Zelena. She turned towards Beatrice. "You took my mother, I take yours."
"I don't think so, dearie," said Gold, stepping forward.
"Rumple, she's not worth it," said Belle.
"Oh, I know."
Zelena disappeared into a plume of green smoke. She reappeared on the far side of the room with a cauldron.
"We're not done yet," Zelena pronounced.
"Really? Another Dark Curse? It's been done," said Gold.
"A memory spell will do," said Zelena. She waved her hands and the cauldron lit up. "We're going to do this all again. My time travel spell succeeded, I just needed better ingredients. This time I will rewrite fate."
Zelena vanished into her own cackle. Gold hurried towards the cauldron with the others following.
"Can you stop it?," asked Belle.
Gold waved his hand and shook his head as the cauldron continued to bubble.
"No," he said. "It'll spread throughout town in an hour."
"Well, it's a curse, there's a way to break it, right?," asked Beatrice.
Gold paused, looking from Joseph to Beatrice.
"Rumple, what is it?," asked Belle.
Gold turned to Joseph holding a heart.
"You're going to need this," said Gold. He then slammed his hand into Joseph's chest as he groaned.
"You might have warned me," said Joseph.
"True Love broke Zelena's curse once, it has to do it again." He simultaneously took hairs from Joseph's and Beatrice's heads.
"Ow!," said Beatrice.
"He just ripped my heart out, then shoved it back in," Joseph said pointedly.
"Zelena's going to cast her spell again so we're going to break it again, more specifically you are."
"But..." Beatrice glanced at Joseph, then stepped forward. "Dad, I'm not that girl anymore."
Gold took her face in his hands. "Beatrice, you are never going to be a dark sorceress. You came here to kill Zelena and you didn't. Do you know why?"
"I'm weak?," she offered.
"No," said Gold. "Zelena was right. You got your mother's heart and it is too full of light for dark magic. No matter what happens to you, you will always be that girl."
Gold tossed the hairs in the cauldron. The smoke began to billow.
"We have an hour to help ourselves," said Gold.
NOW
Beatrice ran into the hallway. "Mom!"
Belle was already rushing towards them, apparently having had a similar idea.
"Beatrice," Belle gasped, throwing her arms around her daughter. "Oh, sweetheart, you did it."
"Yeah, I know who needs to stop Zelena."
"Okay," said Belle.
"You."
Belle looked taken aback. "Me?"
"Yes, you."
Belle shook her head. "Beatrice, I don't know what you're thinking. I don't even have magic-"
"Okay, I think we know that's not true," said Beatrice. "You've won against the Blue Fairy and Peter Pan."
"Beatrice, I don't even know how I did that," said Belle.
"I do. You did it for me. You're the strongest purveyor of light magic because you have magic you don't even care about and you always try to make me better, you always try to make Dad better which, you know, anyway, but yeah, you're the one who's pure of heart. You have to be the one to take Zelena's pendant."
Belle took a breath. "Beatrice, you know I would help any way that I can, but I don't know how I did that."
"Well, I do," said Beatrice.
She ran off. Belle turned to follow.
"Beatrice, whatever you are thinking, don't you dare! Beatrice!"
Zelena strode down the hall, her heels clacking against the floor. Beatrice opened the door into the hallway.
"Your shoes are still ugly."
Zelena turned to see Beatrice.
"Ah, Dark Princess, do you want a turn as well?"
"It's the buckles, it's so pilgrim it reminds me of Thanksgiving and makes me want cranberry sauce."
Zelena waved her hand, knocking Beatrice to the ground.
"Your move," said Zelena.
"Pass," gasped Beatrice. "Go on. Go again."
Zelena waved her hand again, sending another bolt of magic through Beatrice.
Zelena shook her head. "I don't understand. Fight me!"
As she screamed, Beatrice slammed back into the wall. Belle finally caught up and came out the same door Beatrice had.
"Beatrice," Belle gasped.
"Oh, look, it's mother dearest," said Zelena. "Who should I kill first? On the one hand, I did promise Beatrice that I would murder you in front of her. On the other hand, I would like to see you suffer."
Belle collected herself. "I know you haven't been loved, that you haven't had happiness, but I also know that there's hope for everyone, but you'll never find it if you keep down this path."
Zelena stared at Belle, then shook her head.
"Rumplestiltskin's taste in women has really gone downhill," said Zelena.
Beatrice snorted and winced as she did.
"What? Since your mom?"
Zelena sneered and turned back towards Beatrice. Belle stood in front of her.
"No, I'm not going to let you hurt her."
"Try and stop me," taunted Zelena.
She waved her hand and Belle stepped towards her.
The same pulse of white magic burst from Belle leaving Zelena with huge eyes.
"No, no, no!," Zelena screamed.
As the witch's mouth gaped, Belle grabbed the pendant and took it in her hand. Zelena fell to the ground.
Belle rushed to Beatrice and helped her up off the floor.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah," said Beatrice. She smiled. "See. Told you."
Belle's eyes were furious. "Don't you dare do anything like that again!"
The doors opened. Emma, Hook and Regina hurried from the next checkpoint.
"Whoa," said Emma.
"I take it congratulations are in order for the Dark Princess," said Hook.
"Try again," said Beatrice.
"Belle?," asked Regina.
Belle handed her the pendant.
"Here, she's your sister. Do something with this and keep it from her this time. I don't want it."
Regina looked over at Zelena. "I'll deal with her."
Gold and Merlin followed in from the other side.
"We were expecting a witch through the door," said Merlin.
"What happened?," asked Gold.
"Your daughter is stubborn and manipulative," said Belle, clasping her arms around her daughter.
"Is Belle going to be magical all the time now?," asked Emma.
Leigh entered. "Emma, your mother is asking for you. She wants you to come meet your brother."
Emma hurried off.
After seeing Mahnaz off, Beatrice came back to the hospital where Neal had found Henry and Gold. She had exchanged a quick hug and gone to watch the various reunions from the side of the waiting room. She couldn't help but notice the way her father beamed when Neal was around.
"So..." said Joseph, suddenly appearing next to her.
"So..." said Beatrice, leaning up against the wall next to him.
Joseph motioned at the reunion. "Your brother is back."
"Yeah, he was a monkey," said Beatrice. Joseph gave her a bemused look. "I know it probably puts Hook ahead, but she was into Walsh for that day and a half he was around."
"Planning on killing Zelena?"
Beatrice turned to Joseph. "My dad's right. I am not going to be a heart crushing dark sorceress."
"Of course not. You're a princess. If there's a beast to be slain, you send out your knight."
"Are you volunteering?"
"Do you have a vacancy?"
Belle walked over. "Sorry to interrupt, but it is Beatrice's turn to meet the new prince."
Beatrice groaned. "Do I have to?"
"Yes," said Belle. She looked up at Joseph. "She'll see you tomorrow."
Belle walked away with Beatrice taking her hand as they walked down the hall.
"So," said Belle, "I hate to do this, but I am your mother."
"Do what?"
"If we count before and what you told me of the Far North Kingdom and this just now, that would be three times that True Love's kiss has broken a curse which would suggest that someone besides your mother loves you..."
Beatrice nodded. "Which makes you right..."
"Which means I told you so," said Belle. "I have never seen how you could have doubted it."
Belle beamed at Beatrice and she shook her head, forced to let out a shy smile.
