So here we are, with an update :P
I want to thank all of you who supported me and made me feel good despite toning down my update frequency. Also, thank you for complimenting me and my story and making me feel loved and appreciated! Ugh, the smiles you have caused... ;)
Warning: The end of this chapter :\
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She knocks on the door, opening it shortly after only to come to a halt. Regina sits on the chair, her form slouched in an uncharacteristic manner, and her hand is pinching the bridge of her nose. She lifts her head up, probably to chastise whoever it is who dared interrupting her but her annoyed expression and taut body relax upon seeing Emma.
"Emma" she sighs and leans back in her chair. "What can I do for you?"
"Would you like me to come back later? Reschedule maybe?" she asks, still planted in her place.
"Reschedule?" Regina frowns, seemingly unaware or has forgotten about their arrangement.
"Our meeting...?" Emma provides, suddenly unsure.
"Oh" Regina shakes her head at her own stupidity "Sure, come on in." she rises from her chair and moves to the set of arm chairs at the left corner of the office.
Frowning at the unusual choice Emma closes the door and follows her to the far side of the office.
"Is everything alright?" she asks once she finally gets to actually look at Regina. She looks tired and worried and annoyed and sad all at the same time and it makes Emma feel like a failure, not knowing what is happening.
"It could be better" Regina sighs and runs a head through her coiffed hair.
They sit in an uncomfortable silence. Emma doesn't know how to respond to that answer; if Regina said everything was fine she could counter that, make Regina confess and finally tell her what wrong. If Regina told her the problem in the first place she could move past the figuring out part and offer support or advice. Or something. But this answer is right there in the middle, somewhere between admitting that something is wrong and giving no real information for Emma to work with.
"You didn't call" Regina says out of the blue, effectively yanking Emma out of the ongoing debate in her head.
"I'm sorry?"
"Call, you didn't call me on Saturday" she says "or Sunday for that matter" she adds right after.
"I-" Emma scratches the back of her head "That was me trying to give you space" she smiles tightly and Regina's lips quirk up, even if just a little.
"Well, in that case, thank you" she breathes out.
"Always" Emma mumbles, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy level they've reached in what practically counts as out in the open. There's a thin glass door separating them from literally everyone they know.
"So..." she drawls, picking her notepad up and placing it comfortably on her lap "Points and deadlines for our upcoming event?" she suggests with a cheeky smile.
"Right" Regina clasps her hands and they drift into business talk.
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"Something is bothering her" Emma says into her cup before going in for a sip. She winces when the steaming liquid burns her tongue. "Fuck!" she mumbles, already noting the tingly feeling that follows.
Ruby chuckles from the other side of the counter "What?" she asks and Emma shrugs.
"She isn't telling." She states bitterly while looking suspiciously at her coffee. Traitor. "And I don't want to push her."
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