A/N: This is my first Captain Swan-fic, and I hope you like it. I should mention that English is not my native language. If you find any grammar mistakes, I'm sorry!

Sort of a coffee shop AU. I hope you enjoy it!

-Purple


The first time he sees her, her green eyes are looking up in surprise and confusion, her hands still reaching out for something to hold on to. He offers her his hand and drags her up, careful not to fall on the slippery ice as well.

"Thanks", she says quietly, looking down, her cheeks turning red.

"Be careful next time, love", he smiles. She looks up at him then, and breathes out a small laugh. Someone walks into her and she awkwardly grabs him, and their eyes meet for less than a second (though it feels much longer, and her breath hitches and his heart stops) before she pulls away apologetically.

Then she is nothing but golden locks and a red coat in the corner of his eye, gone before he can look again, lost in the crowded and busy street packed with people going to work.

He thinks about her all day, unable; unwilling to stop himself. He cannot quite put his finger on what it is, but there had been something about her. Something in her eyes that he had recognised; a shadow, or a hint maybe. And he wants to learn what it was, even though chances are he will never see the blonde dressed in red again in his life.

Still, her smile stays with him.

The following weeks he walks the exact same route to work, and the place where she slipped is still covered in ice. On some days he lingers there a little longer, but there is no sign of her. He tries not to be too disappointed. She might not even live or work in this town, he thinks to himself. Perhaps the look they had shared was nothing, only something he'd imagined, a shadow of Milah and nothing else. (But he knows that's not true.)

"Hey! You dropped this!"

The voice startles him, and he spins around far too quickly. He finds himself on the ground a second later; it seems that he has slipped on the very same ice patch that he has been walking past for about a month now, on his way to work. At first he blinks at the ground in shock, but then a gloved hand comes into view and he looks up.

It's her. Standing before him with long, blonde hair and green eyes and a red coat.

She helps him to get on his feet. He fears that she does not recognise him, but then her eyes widen and she gasps.

"You", she says in awe. He does not answer, unable to find his own voice. She still holds his hand (are they really standing this close?) and he wants to dwell in this moment for as long as he possibly can. But she notices her grip on him and lets go. He finds his voice again.

"Aye. Seems only fair that it was my turn."

Laughter. Something inside him aches when he hears it.

"Yeah. Are you okay? No broken bones? I hope you haven't lost all your self-esteem."

"No harm done to either", he grins.

"I'm Emma", she says and offers her hand. "Emma Swan.

"Killian Jones."

A few second passes in silence.

"Do you want to grab a coffee later?" she asks suddenly.

He is caught off guard completely, and just stares at her in wonder. She swallows nervously. Then he smirks.

"I happily accept, Swan."

A small sigh escapes her lips when she smiles, relieved.

"By the way, you dropped this earlier", she breathes, and in her hand she holds out his glove that must have slipped out of his pocket. He takes it and they exchange numbers.

"I should probably go, then", she hesitates. "My boss is a bit… well, bossy, so… I'll call you, okay?"

"I'll see you around, Swan", he says, and she's on her way.

He sees her many times after that.