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- My name is Daniel Garcia.

My life used to be
pretty normal.

I worked at my family's bakery
in Little Havana

with my mom, my dad,

my crazy brother,
and my little sister.

I had a girlfriend.
Life was good.

Until she decided to propose.

- Will you marry me?

- And I decided to say...

No.

That's when
everything changed.

I met Noa Hamilton.

As in international superstar,
fashion icon,

one of the most famous women
in the world--

that Noa Hamilton.

The last few weeks
have been a whirlwind.

- She's a celebrity.

She makes people fall in love
with her for a living.

- My sister may have found
true love.

- He doesn't look like much,
but he's the real deal.

- My ex became
my brother's manager.

- I get 10% of every gig
you book from now on

and don't you even try
to negotiate with me.

- And Noa's manager
laid down the law.

- No touching, no kissing,

no anything that the press
can interpret as romance.

- Maybe I should've
listened to him.

- ♪ You've been fronting,
say you're coming over ♪

♪ Big game hunting,
let the beat start ♪

♪ Don't rush,
will you move too slow? ♪

♪ Don't rush
when I take control ♪

♪ Hey-o, gotta let you know ♪

♪ Got you falling below ♪

♪ Running out of patience ♪

♪ Man, you gotta
make it happen ♪

♪ Show me dedication
if you wanna see my passion ♪

♪ No more flirty texts,
what I want is dirty sex ♪

♪ Tell me
when you call me next ♪

♪ Sorry,
am I doing that right? ♪

- Not so fast, lover boy.

- We need to talk about
the daily breakfast

you've been having
these last few weeks.

- Yeah, more like
daily sex-fast.

- Oye.
- Ow.

- Oye, why do you keep
running off to her?

Does she not wanna meet us,

or are you just ashamed
of your family?

- No, no, no, it's not that.

It's just that it's really new,

and we're just trying to keep it
on the down-low.

- And how long do you think
that's gonna last,

#Noa'sMysteryMan?

- What?

both: Mm-hmm.

- Hey, guys.
I finally made it to Piñones.

- You're late.

- What are you doing?

- I'm watching this video of you
in Piñones.

You could totally
have a future in this.

- In what?

- You could have a show
about food or something.

- I have a job.

It's called
"taking over the bakery

after my dad retires."

- Yeah, but is that
what you want?

- I never really thought
about it, you know?

It's just always been the plan.

- Well, all I know
is the camera loves you.

- Speaking of...

- There goes our bubble.

- You can't even see my face.

- No, Daniel.

The press smell blood,
they're gonna start circling.

- Hey.

It can't be that bad.

- Daniel, you have no idea.

Fame is hard on a relationship.

- So this is a relationship now?

- I'm serious.
- All right.

We'll do our best
to stay in the bubble.

And if it pops,
we'll figure it out.

Okay?

- Kay.

- Mm-mm.
Mm.

In the meantime,

there's another group of sharks
we have to deal with.

My family.

- They keep asking to meet you.

- But don't worry,
I put them off and--

- I would love to meet them.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Unless you don't want me to.

- Thank you so much.
Have a great one.

- How's my number one client?

- Vanessa.
How you doing?

You think you can keep
your voice down?

I still haven't had a chance
to talk to Daniel

about the whole
you-managing-me thing.

- Why is it any of his business?

- Well, you know,
it's a little weird,

you know, working with
my brother's ex-girlfriend.

- Oh.

Well, I got you another gig
tonight,

but if it's too weird,
I'll just--

- Wait, wait, wait.
Vanessa, Vanessa.

You didn't let me finish.

It's not weird.
It's a good weird.

- Okay, good.
- Yeah.

- 7:00 p. m.
Steinkellner wedding.

Address is on the back.

Have fun.

- Hi.

2 bucks please.

both: Thank you.
- All right, enjoy.

- I know what you're thinking.

You're thinking about asking me
to the movies tonight.

And I'm thinking I'll say yes.

- Oh, I like these
psychic powers.

- You're also thinking

that you're dying
to finally kiss me.

- Oh, my God.

You're so cute.

You don't have to be
such a Nervous Nelly.

I like you, Nat.

We'll save the real first kiss
for later.

- Guys, can I talk to you
for a second?

- What's up?

- So I spoke to Noa

and she'd love to meet you guys.

I invited her over for dinner.

- Noa Hamilton is--
is coming here?

Oh, my God.
- Please don't make a big deal.

- Hey, what do you think
of this name, you guys?

Noa Hamilton...

Garcia?

- That has a nice ring to it.

- We should get
one of her cookbooks

and then you make a dish
from it.

- If she's coming here,

I'm gonna cook
what I'm gonna cook.

- I think
a more important question is,

do you want a DJ
at this event?

- Absolutely!

- Guys, stop, please.
Like, come on.

- Daniel's right.
We can't afford to look stupid.

We have to have a plan.
So when is she coming, Papi?

Because if it's this week,

that doesn't give us
a lot of time.

- It's not this week.

- Oh.
Okay.

Well, thank God.

Okay.
- It's tonight.

She's coming to dinner tonight.

- What?

- She's coming to my house!
She's coming to my--

- What's next?
- The new sarongs?

They're selling
beyond projections.

Same as the kimonos.

- Okay, Charlie,
how about a footwear tie-in?

A sandal that's dressy enough
for dinner but--

- Casual enough for the beach.
- Exactly.

Let's have Rick and Gabriella
send over the trend forecasts

and we can start
conceptualizing the vision.

- We can call it beach formal.

- Great.
Give us two weeks.

- Perfect. Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Beach formal?
I like it.

It's good.
- I told you, I'm good.

And you are a titan of industry.

And it'll stay that way

as long as somebody
doesn't become a tabloid queen.

Are you really
going over there tonight?

Ugh, what's next?
An elopement?

Is there a pastelito
in the oven?

- Stop.
It's just dinner.

- I know,
why don't you call them

and move dinner
by a couple of days?

That way,
you and I can have dinner.

- Nope, you're not getting out
of your date.

- What date?
- Nice try.

Come on, Trevor's a nice guy.
Give him a chance.

You're not allowed to cancel.

- Blind dates are the worst.

No, they're the second worst.

The worst is dinner
with the parents.

- Okay, okay.

Just do me a favor, honey.

Promise me that you will
at least be smart.

- Yes, I will.
- Okay.

- Now can you please
just be happy for me?

I'm going to a real home.

I'm about to have dinner
with a normal family.

- Rule number ten:
no photos unless it's her idea.

And rule number 11: no asking
for favors or endorsements.

- Yo, what about a mention
on Twitter?

- No.
- No, just words, no pics.

- No!

- "Little MC Cubano
rocks my world."

- Dude, that is
the exact definition of a favor.

- Bro, this could
make my career, all right?

Your girl's a tastemaker
and I'm a flavor, right?

- Ew.

- Rule number 12:
no staring at her--

just no staring in general.

- A lot of these rules
are sounding oddly personal.

- Rule number 13--
- Okay, that's enough.

Everybody out.

- Rule number 19:
don't speak Spanish.

- Go.
- Dios mio!

My goodness gracious.

Fricasé de pollo.

- Eh?
Eh?

- You haven't made this

since Fidel came
to the Tropicana.

- That would explain
why I'm feeling

that same sense of dread.

- Ay, I know
you hate celebrities,

but Daniel likes her and I wanna
make a good impression.

- I know you do,
hence el fricasé.

- Mm-hmm.

- I may not like her for Daniel,
but she is our guest

and she will be treated
to the best.

- Un beso.
- Mwah.

- The grey one.

- Thanks.

I don't know why I'm so nervous.

- Probably because
you're bringing Noa Hamilton

to Casa Garcia tonight?

Which brings me to why I'm here.

I am dying to meet her
obviously...

but I promised Amy I would
take her to the movies tonight.

- You're joking.

- I would totally cancel
but it's our first real date

since I ran her out of here
and it took a really long time

for us to get back
to this point.

- Just invite her to dinner.

- Wh--are you sure?

- Nat, I need you there.

You can't leave me alone
with everybody.

God knows what they'll do.

-
Thank you!

- Okay.

- I don't know, it's some sort
of tightness, you know?

Some sort of dry tightness.

You know,
maybe it's more like a wet rasp.

- Mateo, I saw you two hours ago
and you were fine.

- My boy Chupi's
gonna pretend he's me

so, you know, it's all good,
you know?

I'm gonna give him
my spare tracksuit

and he's going to play and spin
prerecorded tracks, so he--

- Prerecorded?
Is that what you do?

- Yo, I spin live or die.

Uh, good-bye, good-bye.

- I don't even wanna know.

- Mateo?

- Let's do this.

- I'll get it.

- No, Mateo!
- What? Oh, come on!

- Behave, behave, behave.

- She's younger in person.

- Amy.
- Yeah, hi.

- Hey.

- Hi.
Sorry.

We thought you were her.
- Oh.

- I'd be bummed too.

- I'm not.

- Hello?
Anybody home?

Hi.
I'm Noa.

- Hi.

- Come in.

- Hello.

I brought these for you, Mari.

- Aww, thank you.

- And Rafael, I got you a bottle

of 21-year-old Monrose rum.

He said it was your favorite.

- Very generous.
- Thank you.

- This is my sister Natalie.

- Hi.
- Well, hi.

We go way back.

- Yeah, like--
like a whole three weeks.

- Just like Daniel.

- This is Natalie's friend Amy.

- I've been obsessed with you

since you wore that three-piece
Armani to the Met Gala in 2017.

- That's very sweet.
Thank you.

- Last but not least,
that's my brother Mateo.

Such a pleasure, Ms. Hamilton,

making your acquaintance
on this fine evening.

Daniel says a lot of nice things
about you.

- Likewise.

I really like your song.
We played it at my party.

I think you have a bright future
ahead of you.

- That's very kind of you
to say.

- Drinks?
- Yeah.

- Yeah? Yeah.
- Yes, come inside.

- Look, I'll call you back
in five minutes, okay?

Trevor, right?

- Oh, you must be Lewis.

- Let me save us both
a little bit of time.

I'm sure you're a wonderful guy
but this is never gonna work.

- Oh, really?
Are you a psychic?

- Well, I can tell you
how this is gonna play out.

We'll have fun,
we'll hit it off,

maybe have a roll in the sheets

and even like each other.

At best, we start to date.

Inevitably, I will blow you off
for my work

and you will say
that you don't resent it

but you actually do,
which I will sense

and passive-aggressively respond
by turning colder

until what started out
as something well-meaning

leaves us both
feeling a little sad

and like we both wasted
our time.

So nice meeting you.

Noa warned me
you'd say all that.

Let me offer a rewrite
to your story.

The reason that we'll hit it off
is that I'll surprise you.

I'll know that you run
30 minutes late,

so I'll make sure
that our drinks arrive

when you do.

And then I'll draw you
into a great conversation

because even though
I'm a dentist,

I majored in Art History.

And I minored in difficult men

who think
they're emotionally unavailable

but really they're just tired
of being disappointed

by boyfriends who can't see

when they start to build
those invisible walls

around their heart.

- Well...

I can't leave now, can I?

- It looks like
my first communion,

but it was actually
my first exorcism.

- Ay, muchachito.

Mira.
This one is my favorite.

It was impossible
to keep this boy in a diaper.

He used to love
to run around naked,

with his culito hanging out,
right down the street,

booty shaking!

- Okay, Mom.
All right, all right, all right.

- Mari, por favor, chica.
- Ay, por favor.

- Rafael, I was hoping
to get a tour of the bakery.

I wanna see where the best
pastries in Miami are made.

- You have to finish the vegetables.
- He has to watch the fricasé.

Right?

- Sure.

Ta-da.

-

So how early
do you have to start?

- I'm down here by 5:00 a. m.

Daniel's been
coming down earlier.

Lately.

- So where did you learn
to bake?

- My--my grandmother
baked at home.

Both of my parents
were always working,

so she looked after me.

She would make me help her
to keep me out of trouble.

So I've tried to do
the same thing for my boys.

Teach them so they can take over
the business one day--

assuming Daniel stays on track.

- Mr. Garcia, I can only imagine

how this all must feel.

I know that my life
can get pretty crazy

and I've been a bit of a tornado
coming into your home.

- You seem to be a good person.

But your world is...

it's intoxicating.

It's easy to get swept away,

believing that you belong in it

until one day, you wake up
and you realize that you don't.

I don't want Daniel
to lose sight of who he is

and where he's going

in exchange for
a few weeks or months

of living someone else's life.

- I care about your son.

And I share your concerns.

Daniel is a good man

from a good family.

That's why I like him.

- I appreciate that.

We should go back upstairs.
Dinner should be ready.

And Mari will kill me

if I don't serve you
the best meal you've ever had.

Mmm.

It smells delicious.

- Mm, thank you.

That's because my husband
is an incredible chef.

- Mwah.

- Did you ever think of opening
a restaurant?

- Ah, funny you should ask that

because the place next door
is going out of business

and I've been saying
it would be a great café.

That was our plan, you know,
before we left Cuba.

- Expansion is
a young man's dream.

Maybe when Daniel takes over.

Right, son?

- 'Sup?
Oh.

It smells tight in here.

I hope you don't mind
the quick change.

I had a little stain
on my shirt.

You want me to sing Grace?

both: No.

- Let's do this.

- Wyoming?

- Mm-hmm.

Rock Springs, born and raised.

What?
It's not obvious?

- Last time you were back?

- Dad's funeral eight years ago.

It was the first time
since I was 20.

- How was that?

- Well, it's like they say.

Growing up, it all seems so big.

Going back,
it all seems so small.

My family thinks I'm an alien.

Ex-model turned manager?
Strike one and two.

And there's the tiny fact
that I left my wife.

What?

- Did you ever, like,
really think you were straight?

- I hoped.

I know that's a terrible thing
to say now,

but when you're 18
and living at home?

- I wanna see wedding pics.

- Oh.

- You just wanna get a look
at my ex-wife.

- Don't kid yourself.

She was hot.
She just had no sense of style.

- Ah.
- Oof, the zippers.

- You know,
I didn't wanna come tonight.

- Mm.

You hid that so well.

- But I'm actually happy
that Noa's off with Baker Boy

in Little Havana.

Because this...

is nice.

- And what about you, Mari?
How did you meet Rafael?

- Yeah, Ma, tell her.
It's such a good story.

They were 19.
Just kids.

- Yeah.
Yeah.

Well, we were both working
at the Tropicana in Havana.

He was a pastry chef.
- Mm-hmm.

- And I had just started out
as a dancer.

- It's hard to stand out
among a bunch of showgirls,

but Mari was like
a ray of sunshine.

- Aww.

- Hey, you should check out
the pictures that she's in.

In that whole outfit
with the headdress

and that little bikini!

- Okay.

It was like a big, tall bird.
- Mama was banging.

- Yeah.
- Aw, Mateo.

Please don't call our mother
banging.

- I see. Okay.

- Stop!
- Anyways.

So one night,
the featured girl got sick

and I was the only one
who knew the song

and I knew this was
going to be my shot.

But I was so nervous
and I couldn't breathe.

-

So I was trying to find
an excuse to talk to her.

So when I found out
what was happening,

I brought her a buchito de ron.

- Yes.

- And I said, "Don't be scared

of having your dreams
come true because"--

- "Because it makes room
for bigger and better ones."

- That's right.

- Anyway, finally,
they made me the featured girl!

- Cheers.
- Salud, salud.

Drink to that.
- Yes.

Salud, salud.

Yeah.

-

And so what about
you two lovebirds?

How did you guys meet?

- Oh, they're not a couple.
They're just friends.

- Yeah.

- Right, mami?

Natalie.

- Natalie,
please answer your mother.

- We're just friends.

Uh, I'm just--I'm just gonna...

- What the hell
is going on here?

- Vanessa.

- Vanessa.

- Family dinner?

You invited her
to family dinner?

- V, what are you doing here?

- I brought soup for Mateo
for his sore throat.

What is she doing here?

It took me six months
to be invited to one of these.

It was three months, Mari,

until you even
smiled at me, and...

in four years, you never once
made me fricasé de pollo, Rafi.

I just don't understand

why you all would treat her
better than me.

- Vanessa, stop.

Look--

- Don't touch me.

- Let's go talk.

Okay?

- Oh!

- Find yourself a new manager.

- What is it with this girl
and soup?

- Daniel.

I have been patient.

I have been understanding.

You were having a moment

and I've been giving you
the space to move through it.

- I didn't ask for space.
- You don't have to.

That's just what you do.

That's what people
who love each other,

people who have been together
for four years, do.

They don't just bail
when they hit a road bump.

They don't just erase
the other person

and act like they don't exist.

- What just happened?

Did I just come out?

Did I just tell my very,

very Catholic parents that I'm--

- I don't think so.

With what Noa said
and the way that you left,

my guess is your parents
are probably just as confused

as you are right now.

- ♪ 'Cause I'm
a Calle Ocho guy ♪

- Mateo, go change your clothes.
- Yep.

- I don't know
what you want me to say.

- I want to finish
the conversation we started

the night after I proposed.

We have put so much
into building something real,

something that matters.

Are you really gonna
throw it all away

on a fantasy?

- I'm not going
to pressure you, Nat.

It's really hard
coming out to anyone,

let alone your parents.

- So you're not mad that I ran?

- No.

Whatever makes you happy.

Whatever you want...

I want.

- I want this.

- I feel like this is my fault.

I shouldn't have jumped
to a silly conclusion--

- Sorry, but I prefer
that you mind your own business.

This is a family matter.

- My apologies, but I think dinner's over.

And it's gonna be okay.

- Oh, sorry.

Bat phone.

Hey.

What?

Okay, don't do anything.

I'm on my way.

- Vanessa, I do love you.

But not like I used to.

I think I felt this way
for a while

but didn't realize it
until you proposed.

It's not about Noa
or some fantasy.

You and I are not gonna be

"happily ever after."

Okay?

- Okay.

I'm leaving.

- I'm trapped.

- I'm gay.

- First of all, you don't know
what you're talking about!

- Yes, I do.
- No, you don't!

- You're too young to know
anything about being gay,
Natalie!

- Too young?
- Yes!

- I'm almost 16!
- Exactly!

You're not even old enough
to drive yet, let alone make--

- Let's all calm down, Mari.
- These kinds of decisions
about your life.

- Decisions?
- Yes!

- You know what, you're the one

who has no idea
what you're talking about.

This isn't like
choosing some dress

for that stupid quinceañera
you keep wanting to throw me.

- Don't you change the subject
on me!

- Actually, you know what?
Maybe it is just like that.

I don't have a choice
in throwing that party

just like I don't have a choice
in who I am.

This is who I am.

So you?

You'll just have to deal
with it.

- Natalie Garcia, do not take that tone
of voice with your mother!

- Come on, Amy. I'm done here.

- Mari.

- Mari.

Mari.

- You know what
I don't understand

is why you feel trapped.

I was always proud to be seen
with Daniel and his family.

If I were you,
I'd go out there right now

and tell anyone who listened
how happy I was

to be sitting in that chair
tonight.

- It's not like that.
- It's not?

Oh, so you're saying
you'd be fine

if I went out there right now
and told everyone you were here?

- Yo, Vanessa, wait! Wait.

- I gotta tell Lewis.

- Yeah.

- I don't think
this is a good idea.

- Really?
- Yeah.

- "Noa Hamilton: Home-wrecker."

Sounds like a great headline
to me.

- Listen, you're not thinking
this through, all right?

What good can come out of it?
It's not gonna change anything.

- Mateo?
- Yeah?

- Move.

- Vanessa,
you are better than this.

- You know I'm right.

You know that there's someone
out there waiting for you.

Waiting to see what
an incredible woman you are.

A man who loves your strength,

your intelligence,

your beauty.

Someone who'll treat you
like the amazing person you are.

- Mateo?
- Yeah?

- Move before
I rip your face off.

- Yeah.

- Somebody's coming out
right now.

- She's coming out!

- Oh, my God.

- Who are you?
What's your name?

- Is Noa Hamilton inside?

- Did you have dinner with her?

- Who are you?
- Hey, who are you?

- Is Noa in there?

- What's your name?

- Is Noa still in there?

- Excuse me, are you friends
with Ms. Hamilton?

- Where is Noa?
Where is Noa?

Excuse me!
What is your name?

Miss!

- Oh, no.
They've got the place blanketed.

There's, like,
a dozen in the front

and at least two
going in the back.

- I'm sorry, Lewis.

You warned me.

- Don't worry.
I will get you out of this.

Okay?

I just have no idea how.

- I don't understand.
Why wouldn't she tell us?

- She's 15, Mari.

There's a hundred reasons why.

It's not anything
to take personally.

- Well, maybe you don't
take personally

that your only daughter would
keep a secret like this

from you but I do!

- Mari--
- I should've seen this.

I...

She's my baby girl.

When did I stop knowing
who my daughter was?

- I think she's coming out!
- She's coming out!

- Oh, no.
That's not her.

- That's not her.
- No, that's not her?

- That's twice in one night.

- Maybe you should
go down there.

Let them see you.
Would it really be that bad?

- It's not me I'm worried about.
It's you and your family.

If I go out there now,

then everyone goes under
the microscope.

And it is so much worse

than if you and I come out
as a couple in some other way.

- Why?

- Because if they take
my picture in front of here,

then suddenly this dinner
becomes part of the story

and they're gonna wanna know
who was here.

Mateo, Natalie, Vanessa.

You don't know how invasive
these tabloids can be.

If anyone decides
to be in the spotlight,

that should be their choice.

I shouldn't have come here.
I'm sorry.

I just really wanted to meet
your family.

- Come with me.

There's a third way out of here.

- Noa, I'm still working on it,
okay?

I--what?

A tunnel?

- Back in Prohibition days,

this bakery was also used
as a warehouse

to store liquor that came in
from Jamaica.

- Pop, why didn't you ever
tell us about this?

- Why didn't I ever tell
my children

how to sneak out
of their own home?

Por favor.

- Okay, then.

- Be careful, eh?

- You okay?
- Yeah.

- Carve a path, guys.
Carve a path.

- Are you coming to pick her up?
Hey.

- She's coming out now!

- What is going--

- You all right?
You okay?

- Lewis?
- It's not her.

- It's not her, it's not her.
- Your pastries.

- Really appreciate it,
Mr. Garcia.

Noa's got friends over and these
are the best pastries in Miami.

- Send her my regards.
I'm happy that she's a customer.

- I will.

Good night, guys, ladies.

- There's the door.

Okay.

Okay.
- Hey.

I'm sorry about tonight.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

- Noa, introduce us
to your friend.

- I'm coming in.

What a night, huh?

- Dad, we don't have to talk
about this now.

- Just listen for a moment.

I don't know for sure,

but you've probably been living
with this secret for some time.

- Yes.

- And we've known for...

12 hours, give or take?

- I wanted to tell you guys.

I--I just didn't know how.

- Well, that problem's solved.

- Everything your mother and I
do in this life

is for you and your brothers.

There is nothing
that you can do or be

that will make us love you
any less.

Give your mom some time.
Okay?

She's an amazing woman.

But 12 hours versus 15 years
of her imagining your life...

Just give her
a little more time.

Okay?

I love you.

- I love you too.

- Hi, you've reached Trevor.

Please leave a message
and I'll get back to you

as soon as I can.

- Hey. It's Lewis.

Just wanted to thank you again
for last night.

And sorry about all the drama.

Anyway,

despite being
a really good date,

I just think it's better
if we don't see each other.

I know you're gonna come up
with some very clever comeback,

but do me a favor and...
don't use it.

I know what I'm talking about.

Okay, bye.

- Okay, Lewis.

I compared today's ultrasound
with the one from six months ago

and I'm afraid the time
of "wait and see" is over.

So let's talk
about your options.

- I don't wanna leave.

- That guy got us both
on camera.

You know we have to face
the music.

- No, not yet.

- We can't live in here forever.
- Well, not forever,

but if I had Lewis
bring us food and water,

we could last at least a month.

- Yeah, I'm sure he would love
to be my personal butler.

- Oh, my God.
He would love that.

Daniel...

you know your dad has a point.

I have dated normal guys before.

Twice.

And both times were not great.

The first guy,
he changed when we went public,

and the second guy
just couldn't handle it.

- Third time's the charm, right?

- Every relationship
is all or nothing.

It always ends up
one of two ways--

either happily ever after
or up in flames.

I mean,

Vanessa's not all that happy
with me right now.

- But Daniel, no relationship
you have ever been in

can prepare you
for what this life is like.

I just wanna make sure you know
what you're signing up for.

- Well, we can't
undo last night,

so it's either
we take this leap of faith

or we break up.

- I know that sounds crazy,
but yes.

- I think I could do
a little crazy.

- Okay.

If you think you can
handle it...

let's see what it's like
outside the bubble.

Ready?

- Yeah.

both: One, two, three.

- ♪ Low-key, low-key ♪

♪ You should really
get to know me ♪

♪ Really get to know me ♪

- Whoa, there's, like,
a hundred messages on here.

- That's 'cause
you're famous now.

"The Baker and the Beauty."

- It's got a nice ring to it.