Nancy wrinkled the end of her nose as he teased her across the table. He was always kind to her, and with that roguish twinkle in his eyes, what young girl would be able to resist? Crushes like that, they never fully went away, no matter how hard you tried.

"No-though I wish it was. It's a- a curse. I have to tell the truth." And it was making life really, really hard. It was astounding, how many white lies there were in her every-day vernacular. Or simply how much she avoided speaking the truth at all. It was easier around people like Hook and Kenzi, who knew her, who didn't care. But it put her in awful situations already. She was dreading the day she had to talk to Stiles.

But let's not talk about the curse. Let's drink more wine- which she did- and guess where they were going. "A show? I've always wanted to see Ghost of the Opera."