Happy Accidents (CS AU)

Chapter 9: Perfect Stranger

Emma's POV

The man looked at her deeply, straight into her eyes. He sat down by her on the curb, and turned to her.

"Why are you out here?" He asked.

That's a good question. Why am I out here? Because I can't lower my walls? Because I wanted to take things slowly? Because I made a fool of myself? Because I finally found somebody to care about, and I sped things up? Why am I out here?

"Stuff happened. Why are you out here? Weren't you going to go home?"

The man looked down and sat there with a moment of silence. Emma swore she could hear each carefully quiet breath she took, sitting there, on that street curb, in the dark. She could roughly make out his face using the street lights and delicate glow of the moon. The air reeked of smoke and regret, and the only sound heard for miles and miles were crickets and cars. Cars that were frustrated. Cars that were probably stuck in traffic, trying to make their way home. But they couldn't. They made a wrong turn, and there was no turning around, only making new turns and choosing a new path. Emma wasn't sure why she related so well to a car, yet, she could.

"Stuff happened," he finally said.

They sat there. They sat there so silently. Emma almost felt awkward, but she didn't know what to say. He turned and looked her in the eyes. She looked back. The time they spent staring into each other's mysterious eyes felt like years. She could hear every breath he took, and she could read the worry in his gorgeous eyes and shaking arms. He was cold. She could tell.

Killian's POV

He couldn't help but stare at her. He had forgotten her name, but he couldn't stop staring at her. Straight into her eyes. It was one of the coldest nights he could ever remember experiencing, and he was practically freezing to death. The girl carefully removed her coat, and he watched as her light blonde hair carefully slide off the back of the coat. She placed the coat on him, and he stopped shivering.

Not just because the coat was on him.

But because of her touch.

Her hand brushed against his, and when she touched him, his hand felt warm and at home. He felt as if a million angels had just brushed against his hand. He felt comfortable. Regardless of his location.

"What do you say we go out for a quick drink, and we can talk about our problems, love."

"I would usually say yes, but I don't have any money. And I doubt you do either. And if you're using the word 'love' as an excuse to pretend you know my name, don't."

"Easy, there. But you're right. I did forget your name. And I'm assuming since you're confronting me about this, you remember mine?"

"Hey, I never said anything about my knowing your name. Mine's Emma, though."

"Killian."

"Well, Killian, what do you suggest we do now? I'm broke, you're probably broke, do you have any ideas?"

"Not a clue. I could call up some friends though, but I don't know when they could get here."

"Don't do that, we can find something. Do you know anybody here?" Emma asked.

"Not in Seattle. But, I know somebody in Vancouver, which isn't too far off. I just don't know when they could be here, either."

"How about you call them, then?"

Emma's POV

Emma watched him pull out his phone and begin walking off, but not too far. He walked a few blocks down while he was talking, and she wasn't sure if he was aware just how far he had actually wandered. Emma was trying to stay positive, but she got swallowed in her thoughts.