Nate smiled, a slow, effortless thing. "You're the girl with the palace, aren't you? Tiana. I’ve eaten your beignets. They taste like someone who’s forgotten how to take a day off." Tiana bristled. "They taste like hard work."
The moon hung high over New Orleans, and for the first time in years, Tiana didn't think about tomorrow’s ledger. She just listened to the music. If you’d like to expand this story, I can: NeYo Princess and The Frog Never Knew I Needed With
"You're leaving before the encore? That’s bad luck in this city," a voice called out. Nate smiled, a slow, effortless thing
One evening, as the restaurant cleared out, Nate took her hand. There was no band, no stage, just the hum of the refrigerator and the distant sound of a tugboat on the Mississippi. He started to sing softly, a stripped-back version of the song from the first night. I’ve eaten your beignets