Emma's POV- Finally, we loaded all of the boxes out of the van and into the small apartment. Mary-Margret and David had left because they needed to go to work. Dad's the sheriff, which in no coincidence considering i was in NY. But it didn't bother me that they left although i was slightly bored, so i decided to explore the town a little more. I have only visited Storybrooke once, when my parents needed me to believe in magic. But that was it, i was only there for 2 days. Its seems like so long ago, when really it was last week. So i grabbed my leather jacket and headed out the door. Walking down the street, everyone was saying 'hello'. It was crazy, they all knew me, and they have done since before i was born, yet i didn't know them at all. The only person i met last week was Regina, she was the one with the magic and showed me how to believe. I came across this small, quaint cafe, 'GRANNYS' it read with illuminating letters, i walked up the steps and pushed open the door.
Killian's POV- I hared the door push open and the little ring of the bell. I peered my head up, laying my eyes on the most beautiful person i have seen. My eyes caught her peridot pearls in which where her eyes. We held a gaze for a brief moment before she turned and walked to a table, Her lush blonde waves draping over her shoulders. I turned my head back to my rum, glancing down into my glass. Is this her?...
Emma's POV- As i pushed open the door i made instant eye contact with an insanely hansom man. I looked up into his aqua-marine. It was like the ocean and a spell all at once. I turned my head away and i headed to a seat, making the occasional glance back at him, but he didn't seem to look. 'Stop it Emma, he's a stranger. He could be like Neal' i thought, but i couldn't shake this constant battle with myself. What if...if...Is this him?...

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We aren't just passing ships, are we?
RomanceA re-telling of how Emma Swan and Killian Jones meet. With bumps in the road, will true love be an option for them?