Emma Swan was a detective. She and her friends were the best in town, and everyone knew it. There wasn't a case they couldn't solve. And as of now, Emma Swan was... standing in a classroom. In front of a bunch of teenagers. Trying to get them to learn the meaning of the end of Romeo and Juliet.
"Come on, Lucy, it's not that hard. What did Shakespeare intend when he wrote this?"
"To bore all us future kids?"
"Lucy! What does the passage mean?"
"That... love is dangerous?"
"Yes! Good job, Lucy!"
Lucy smiled.
"Alright, for homework, I want a 3-paragraph essay on the ending of the play and what it says about the nature of love."
There was a collective groan from the class.
"Want me to make it 5?", she threatened.
The class became quiet. "That's what I thought."
The bell rang, and everybody filed out. Emma sighed and began grading papers.
Belle French sat behind her desk at the local library. She loved books, but this job bored her. She couldn't read the books, she just had to file them. Endlessly. It was quite tedious, having to write all the information on the little cards every time they got a new book. She looked up when somebody entered the library, and gasped when she saw it was Mr. Gold, the notorious businessman.
"Hello", he said curtly.
"Mr. Gold."
"Yes. And you are?"
"Belle French, sir."
"I see. I would like a book of fairytales."
"Fairytales, sir?" That was certainly not what she had expected of a man as infamous as him.
"Yes", he replied.
"Alright, sir."
She searched in the catalog until she found a book of fairytales, then went into the shelves until she found the number, and retrieved the book for him.
"Here you are, sir."
"Thank you", he replied.
He checked out the book and left, and Belle was left wondering why on earth a corporate megaman would want a book of children's stories.
Ruby Lucas sat behind the counter at the diner, drawing pictures in the dust with her finger.
"Ruby!", her Granny called, "Serve the customers! That's what you're payed for! And why is this counter so dirty?"
"Why are you so high-maintenance?"
"The counter has a layer of dust an INCH thick. Why are you so low-maintenance? I could fire you, you know."
"But you won't!", Ruby called, going out to serve the customers. The first table she stopped at held a woman who appeared to be in her mid-forties, with short black hair. "What'll you be having?", asked Ruby.
"I think... I'll have a hot chocolate. With cinnamon."
"Cinnamon?", Ruby asked, surprised.
"Yes. Why do you sound surprised?"
"Nothing, it's just... I have a friend who likes it that way.
"Oh. Interesting."
"Yeah." Ruby left to go get the hot chocolate.