Emma POV- I kept glancing back, i couldn't stop, he seemed so gorgeous and mysterious all at once. I turned my head back to stop and resist, but it didn't work. After everything i went through with Neal, i thought it was time. Eventhough i still had my walls up.
Killian POV- I took a sip of my warm rum. A train of thought hit me. 'Just say hello' my mind shouted, over and over again. It wouldn't leave so i slammed my glass down and walked over to the small booth where she was sat. I reached out my arm "Killian, Killian Jones" she reached out and shook mine, her hands where warm and kind of sweaty, but who could blame her, i am devilishly handsome you know?!
Emma POV- Maybe he saw me looking before? What if he did? 'calm down Emma, just say hello' i thought. I reached my hand out to his. "Emma Swan" i said shyly. His hand where warm but the cold press of this rings balanced it out. An instant buzz shook up my arm and through my blood. Shooting to my heart. It was the same feeling as before, a huge happiness in my heart. Killian sat down on the bench in front of me.
K: So what brings you to storybrooke then, love?
E: Oh, well i just found my parents after 28 years. They brought me home
K: Wow! Who are your parents anyway?
E: Snow and Charming
K: Wait, you're the child of Snow White and Prince Charming? You're the product of true love?
I laughed and smiled, it was strange that we where talking about that. We talked for a few hours before i got a text from David "You home for dinner?" I gave a quick reply and pulled my bag onto my lap. "Thank you Killian for helping me settle into this town, you've helped me alot. But i have to go. We should meet again sometime?!" He gave a slight nod, he didn't blink or look anywhere else, just at me... Was this it, was i hooked?
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As Emma lay in bed that night, all she could think about was Killian, the hansom acquaintance she met today. All she could think about where his eyes, and how he was different, he didn't treat her like the person everyone saw her as, The product of true love. He saw her for her...Emma
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As Killian layed in bed, all he could think was. Who is this woman? Why does she feel different? His heart was filled with this joy that he couldn't shake. Who was she?
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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?
