Morning, the next day.

"Did you think about it?" Ben leaned against the wall with both his hands in the trouser pockets as he watched Belle arrange her hair.

"Think about what," she dropped her hairbrush and turned to him.

"Please tell me you gave a thought to what I told you last night."

"Be direct, we talked about quite a lot yesterday," she started to put lipstick on her lips while facing the mirror again.

"..." Ben scratched the back of his neck and bit his ...