Robin and Regina sat in a car beside each other. Robin, nervously wiping the sweat from his palms onto his pants and Regina, smiling in anticipation. She was about to teach him to drive and she was almost giddy about the endless possibilities of how this could turn out.

"Okay, remember what I taught you, keys in ignition, handbrake down and hands on the wheel."

Robin nodded slowly, intensely listening and watching her.

His trembling hands pushed the keys in and turned, his eyes widened, the car roaring to life.

"Handbrake Robin, concentrate!"

He obliged and pulled down the brake, his feet leaning down to the pedals.

"Now reverse slowly out of the driveway, just like we practiced yesterday. Ignoring that you ran over the mailbox..."she said, laughing. Shame took over his face when they both looked back to the bent and broken box at the end of the driveway.

Turning back to the wheel, his hands tightened and he lightly stepped on the pedal.

"Gently..." Regina coaxed. He turned his head, distracted for one millisecond and his foot slammed onto the pedal and the car went flying backwards but there was no stopping it now.

"ROBIN!" Regina screamed in between laughs, Robin screaming and ducking from the impending crash. But it never came. Regina swished her hand and the car made it's was back up the driveway. By this stage, both their hearts were beating erratically and Regina could no longer hold in the giggles. Robin's eyes were wide with terror and shock.

"I'm so sorry, my queen." He apologised, pure embarrassment on his face. Regina just laughed and stepped out of the vehicle.

"Looks like I'll be the one driving us around from now on!"

5 HOURS LATER!

*knock knock*

Regina walked to the door with a slight frown on her face, smoothing down the dress she wore. If it was him, she swore, she would laugh in his face. Again. If he apologised again, she was probably going to shoot him. Once or twice, she could handle. But ten times every half-hour was going over board.

Mostly to amuse herself, she decided to mock anger, opening the door with a disappointed look on her face. Her plan worked, that is, until she saw the hopelessly in love man before her.

An unpreventable smile tugged at her lips as she turned to face him.

Tugging nervously at the suit he wore, goofy grin displayed for all to see - Robin handed her the now ruined bouquet of roses.

"They.. uh.. it's a long story..." he mumbled, embarrassed. She threw her head back and laughed joyously. And that was the moment she knew.

She loved him; the man with the lion tattoo.