Fantasyland. That was where she had to get to. She anxiously waited for the parade to finish, and when it did, immediately took off to find her supervisor.

"Hey, I'm not feeling too well," Cosima said to her boss, a hand over her stomach like she could throw up any second. "I think I might have to take off for the rest of today."

Her supervisor rolled her eyes, and marked something down in her clipboard. "Alright, go ahead. We don't need you vomiting on any customers."

"Thanks!" Cosima began speed-walking away toward Fantasyland. She took a deep breath, and re-assessed her situation. What the hell was she doing? She was chasing after a princess who made googly eyes at her during the parade! No, this wasn't who she was. She didn't run after people like this. She wasn't desperate or anything, and for that matter-

"Bonjour, mademoiselle."

The silky French words came from behind her. Cosima adjusted her glasses, and turned to face the woman who'd said them. And, just as Cosima had hoped, they had come from a beautiful princess.

"Hey, you. You're Belle. Hi. Belle. Hey. How's the beast these days?" Cosima laughed awkwardly, trying to regain her composure that she so easily lost looking at the gorgeous girl in front of her.

Belle laughed right back. "Cheeky one, you are. So, Cosima," she said in a smooth French accent as she glanced down at the nervous girl's name-tag, "I've been looking all over for you."

Cosima laughed again. "Oh, do you need help with determining the DNA makeup and evolutionary qualities of the beast? 'Cause if so, I'm your girl." She laughed again, but as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized how geeky she sounded.

"Science major?"

"Evolutionary developmental biology, it's really cool, way cooler than it sounds, I swear, and- You said you've been looking for me?"

"I asked around about someone who was good at makeup, and I was told your name. You're good at makeup, no?"

"Oh, well, I think. Yeah. Yes."

Belle smiled. "Well, ma chérie, if you could help me with mine, I'd be so grateful."

"Like, when? Now? We can totally do it now, but we can also do it tomorrow, or whenever you think would be best for your schedule, 'cause you're probably really busy, like, being Belle, but I can definitely teach you eyeliner and-"

"Delphine."

"Huh?"

"Call me Delphine, Cosima. I'm only Belle for so many hours in the day." Delphine smiled. And- call her crazy- Cosima swore she did the little lick-lip again.

"I'm Cosima. But you knew that, I guess."

"Well, Cosima, could you come in a little early tomorrow to where face characters get dressed and made up? You could help me get my makeup ready, teach me some things."

"Yeah, I can do that. I'll be there. Yeah."

"Thank you, Cosima." Delphine took the still flustered girl's hand and kissed it softly. She began walking away, before turning her head and smiling. "Au revoir, mademoiselle."

Cosima smiled back. "Au revoir!"

After Delphine had walked a good distance away, Cosima found the nearest bench and sat down. Her head was spinning. She took a deep breath, and tried to calm her thoughts. Better get yourself together before tomorrow morning, she thought to herself. Though, how put together can you really be when you have such a princess right in front of you?

She sighed. I guess tomorrow morning, I'll find out.