"Eugene."

He winced, Flynn hasn't heard that name for over 10 years and now Rapunzel would not stop calling him that. It was his fault for telling her after all. What on earth possessed him to tell her? Must be those eyes, those bright, green eyes. He could stare into her eyes all da-

"Eugene!"

Flynn looked up, and his brown eyes met green ones. His heart jumped a little bit, "What?"

"Why don't you like your real name?"

"Well, it doesn't sound as nice as Flynn Rider, does it? Eugene Fitzherbert is kind of a mouth full. I don't know, I've never liked my name. I want to sound like a hero, not some regular guy."

"I still like Eugene better."

"You're never going to stop calling me that, aren't you?"

"Nope," Rapunzel flashed him a sly smile.

He laughed, normally; he would do anything to make sure that he was never called Eugene. But with her, he didn't mind. In fact, he was starting to warm up to it. Maybe he could be someone better as Eugene. Yes, he would. He would be a better person, for her. He would be a person that Rapunzel could be proud of, someone worthy of her love.

"Well then, I guess I'm going have to keep calling you Blondie."