The Baker and the Beauty

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.

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?

- 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.

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