UPDATED A/N: This story is under construction I will be rewriting old chapters and working on current updates as when I started the story I lacked a beta and now have a lovely one, so just fyi to new readers or any readers for that matter. This was posted on: 2-20-15

Author's Note: This was inspired by an anonymous prompt I received on Tumblr ( queenlocksley )

Robin Locksley stood impatiently in line waiting to receive his prints, eager to see how his photographs had turned out. These photos were not just leisurely taken landscapes of New York City, if they were bold and audacious enough these photos would be plastered everywhere as advertising for New York. These photographs also came with a price tag if chosen for the job and Robin could really use the money. These days everyone considered themselves a photographer, snap the camera app on your phone, apply filter, blur imperfections and that's all there is to it. No…photography is so much more than that. For him photography was the refreshing change of perspective that ripped you from your comfort zone and reset everything inside you. The breath of life after a curse has been broken, an ice cold water in the middle of a drought. It was love, it was life.

"Here you go, these are the prints for Hood," the man behind the counter set down the white envelope containing his pictures. The name, his name, Hood was scrawled in feminine lettering in red marker. Robin hugged the envelope to his chest and closed his eyes sending a silent prayer to God, Allah, whoever was up there steering fate. Please, please, please, He prayed, give me something good for a change.

Robin paid for his prints and quickly exited the walgreens. He made his way down main street and wandered into Central Park, where he did his best thinking. The forest always brought out the best in him. Robin ripped the seal on the envelope and tediously, careful not to leave fingerprints on his photographs, splayed them out on the ground around him. They were extraordinary and he laughed with relief. The first photo showed the sunlight streaming through the leaves of two tall trees and the busy sidewalk of an average day here in the city was visible through the break between the trees.

Robin stared hard fast at the next photo in his stack, it was not his own photo. He was fixated on it for it was perhaps the most beautiful piece of artwork he had ever seen. It was of a woman, a beautiful goddess of a girl. She had olive toned skin and dark black hair that flipped up at the ends and was pulled back from her face by sunglasses perched on top of her head. A huge smile was broken out on her face and her eyes were scrunched up, wrinkling at the corners. She had no make up on and yet she was the most graceful and beautiful creature to walk the face of the planet.

Her hands were up next to her face and she animatedly staring into the camera lens, staring into a person's soul with those liquid brown eyes. She was clearly making a tada or over-dramatic happy kind of pose in the photograph; Robin wondered who she was posing for. The sunlight streaked down on her and only made her look more heavenly, a tantalizing treat. Robin's fingers skimmed the edges of the photograph as he tried to force the photo away and stay focused on his own master pieces, the photographs that could make him enough money to buy a meal, maybe enough money to take this lovely woman on a date. (If he were to ever have a chance encounter with her.)

Upon further inspection of the photo Robin saw something that did not sit right with him. The date stamp on the photo, it had not happened yet. This photo was taken two years in the future and Robin saw his familiar RH signature in the bottom left hand corner, almost translucent. The same signature on all these other photographs spread out around him like a jig saw puzzle.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw a familiar color of black hair in one of his other pictures, that had been taken in a day that had already passed. It was her…it was her. Robin's hands fell away from the close up of this wonderful woman and gripped this new photograph. It was just of the clearing in Central Park, plenty of people were featured in the photograph and to see her you had to look decently hard but she was there nonetheless.

Her profile was all that was visible in this new picture. She gripped an ice cream cone dipped in chocolate and rolled in nuts, and her mouth was parted, prepared to take a bite. The same sunglasses in the picture marked two years in the future, were perched on her head, as she bent forward ready to dig into her delightful dessert. Robin could see her left hand and he noticed the lack of a ring. Was she…impossible..this was all impossible. The photo wasn't his, whoever took that photo of the woman had clearly never set up the correct date on his camera and apparently his initials were RH too. Just one big coincidence, anything could happen in New York City. But was it?

What if this was fate's answers to his prayers? What if this was the something good for a change? What if she was the one? Well, Robin would be damned if he never at least tried to find out. He packed away his photographs and stood up, bumping into someone who 's face he never saw because if he had then this love story would have ended right there. True love is never easy like that. So Robin pushed on bye with a futile, "Hey!" from the beautiful woman he had just caused to bump her chocolate rolled in nuts ice cream cone into her shirt.

Regina sighed and immediately let her anger go with a breath. She did not bother to look behind her at the man who had bumped into her, which is also a good thing because she may not have accepted his date if she had seen him then. Regina pulled a napkin from her purse wiped off the ice cream that had fallen onto her blouse and smile. She plopped her sunglasses down from her head and onto her eyes and licked at her ice cream cone as she headed off about her day.

Just any other day in New York City