A few months after the curse was broken, Emma decided to get her own place in Storybrooke. Mary Margaret and David told her many times that she could stay with them as long as she wanted, but she'd rather have her own apartment, as always. Newcomers weren't legion in the area. Therefore, it didn't take her long to find the perfect place. It was a small flat not far from Mayor Mills' house. Not that she was really keen on having Regina as a neighbor but at least she was close to Henry.

One morning, she picked up her stuff from Mary Margaret's and drove to her new home. When she arrived, she was surprised to see August waiting next to her front door.

"Hi ! What are you doing here ?"

"I heard you were moving today and that you didn't want any help."

"You probably didn't get that part very well."

"I came just to hear you reply something like that. Now, shall we enter ?"

Half-angry, half-amused, Emma opened the door. Before she could say anything, August walked by her and entered the apartment. While he was visiting and commenting every room, Emma went back to her car and caught the few boxes she had. When she came back, August was sitting on the couch.

"Wow, this is all you've got ?"

"Why does everyone find this weird ?"

"It's not weird, it's just… surprising."

"It's also convenient when you've got to move a lot. Now get out of my way, I need to put this stuff where it belongs."

"I really can't help you ?"

"Oh, whatever…"

She showed him a box full of old stuff, thinking it would keep him busy for a while. Then, she took another box and went to what would be her room. When she came back about half an hour later, August was still on the couch and the box was far away from being empty.

"This is what you call helping me ?"

"Oh, you're already back ?"

She noticed he was holding a piece of paper in his right hand.

"August, what do you have in your hand ?"

"Nothing."

Watching him blush just after his answer, she understood.

"YOU TOOK SOMETHING FROM MY BOX !"

"I didn't mean to. But this thing fell and then…"

"You read it !"

"Maybe I shouldn't have."

"MAYBE ? That's SURE you shouldn't, this is my stuff !"

"That's not what I meant."

Emma couldn't help noticing a change in his voice. Slight, but still there. Was this… sadness ?

"August, what did you read ?"

He knew it was pointless to fight - she would find out anyway - so he held the paper out to her.