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."
She turned. Nate was leaning against the back door, mopping his brow with a silk handkerchief. Up close, he didn't look like a performer; he looked like a man who had seen the world and found it lacking until just now. NeYo Princess and The Frog Never Knew I Needed With
The jazz-soaked streets of New Orleans were breathing easy under a crescent moon when Tiana first saw him. He wasn’t a prince, at least not the kind that wore a crown, and he certainly wasn't a frog. He was standing on a makeshift stage at the edge of the French Quarter, bathed in a dim blue spotlight that made his sharp suit look like midnight velvet. Nate smiled, a slow, effortless thing