Alfred knew that he was being what some might call 'childish' in his quest for as many autographs from face characters as possible, but he was not going to let that get him down while he was at the most magical place on earth— Disney World!

He flicked his eyes back and forth between his character list and the park map, trying to determine which character he should go to next. Ariel was closer, but Beast was going to be moving to another section of the park in fifteen minutes. Deciding on Beast, he tucked the papers back into his backpack and started walking towards the meet and greet spot.

As he came up to the location, he noticed there wasn't any 'Beast' to be seen. He checked the character listing in his pamphlet, worried that he'd misread the time and went out of his way for nothing, only to find that the list said "Adam (Beast)". He squinted at the words a moment as he tried to remember what Beast looked like at the end of the movie, and then looked up. Upon doing so, he saw a man so stunning he was practically glimmering in the hot Florida sun. And he was posing for pictures with children, so Alfred's sneaking suspicion that he was the Adam he was looking for was confirmed.

He got in line behind a group of three little girls– all dressed as Belle –and their mothers, and pulled out his autograph book and pen. When the little girls ran off after kissing Beast on the cheeks, Alfred straightened his shoulders and approached.

"Hi, uh, Adam. Could I get you to sign my book really quick, please?" Alfred almost laughed aloud as he saw the mere millisecond that the actor faltered as he wondered why an adult was getting his signature when there were no children in sight, before the man slipped right back into character and smiled wide.

"Of course," He replied, a hint of an accent in his words that made Alfred wonder if that what part of the act as well. "What is your name, sir, so I can make it out to you?"

"Alfred, heh, but just your signature will do." The actor nodded politely at him, and scribbled his character's name onto Alfred's page with a flourish.

"Thanks." Alfred said as stuffed the book in his pocket. The man nodded again.

"It was my pleasure,"

As he turned to go, Alfred reached for his map again to check Ariel's time slot. He was getting hungry and was hoping he could stop and get something to eat and still make it to her. An order of cheese fries sounded really good.

Francis made a face to himself as he watched the young man leave with his map in hand, likely going to go to more character experience's. As he spotted a little boy coming up to him from the corner of his eye, he melted back into Adam and waved pleasantly in his direction.

After smiling for a photo and giving him a hug, he slipped his phone out of his costume pocket and peeked at the time. He had to be across the park in five minutes. He knew he should've cut off the meet and greet before the birthday party group of girls came up, but that mattered little now. He just had to get to his next post, and quickly, so that there wouldn't be time for any rich mothers to put in complaints about park service that'd get him fired.

Rushing along, he realized he'd have to cross the train tracks to get to his spot, and he crossed his fingers that there wasn't a train coming. But of course, with his luck, there was. Not immediately, exactly. But when he got to the crossing, the gates were already down. He bit his lip to keep from cursing. Looking left and right, he didn't see any imminent train.

I can cross it quickly, there's no park security around, there's not even a lot of park guests nearby. It's no big deal, he thought.

However, after he ducked under the gate and started to walk to the other, the train was much closer than he'd guessed. He was mid-track as the train was speeding up towards the crossing and for a split second he thought he was going to die. But just before the train was upon him, he felt something else crash into him and knock him over hard enough that he fell completely off the tracks.

Blinking the blurriness of panic from his eyes, he saw that it was that Alfred boy from earlier. He'd tackled him out of the way of the train. He'd... risked his own life for Francis', without even really knowing him. Francis was in awe.

"Merde." He whispered, running a hand through his hair. Aside from a slight scuff on his costume boot and what was probably going to be a very bruised back the next day, he escaped a life or death experience unscathed, thanks to the (handsome, he noted) blond man who was pushing himself off of Francis and helping the two of them up. Ducking under the other gate and brushing themselves off, Francis cleared his throat.

"Thank you, euh, for that. I was stupid and thought I could make it in time and... Simply put, you are my hero. I don't know what else to say." He watched, red faced, as the young man swelled with pride as he thanked him.

"Oh, jeez, thank you. I mean, uhm. No problem. I just saw that you were in need of a little assistance and figured I could help. So, you're welcome. Yeah." He responded awkwardly. Francis bobbed his head.

"Yes, well. I should get going to my spot, as since I'm still alive I'm still expected to be there. But, is there anything I can do to say merci for your saving me? I could get you a table at the Be Our Guest restaurant or something, if you'd like." Alfred shook his head before Francis even finished speaking.

"No, no, you don't have to do anything. I just did what I did because I didn't wanna see you get hurt. I appreciate the offer, though." Alfred told Francis, grinning. Nodding, and straightening his costume, Francis looked into Alfred's eyes.

"Ah, oui, of course. Thank you again, and enjoy your day at Walt Disney World." He turned to go before he made a fool of himself, as he was flustered beyond belief. Francis was not used to, in the slightest, experiencing a lapse in his confidence and suave conversation skills. There was something about this young man- who had at first seemed odd and immature, and had then saved his life -that had him a wreck. Or maybe that was just how he was recovering from the trauma he had only just went through. Either way, he wanted to flee.

"Wait," Alfred called, causing him to turn back. "There is one thing you could do for me." Francis faced him fully, ready to offer anything he could to show his gratitude.

"What?"

"Go out on a date with me when you get off of work." Francis blinked, a bit surprised, before slipping into a smooth grin.

"Sounds fair enough, oui, I'll give you my number."

"Perfect."