A/N: This idea had been in my head for a while now, and I just needed to put it down. Also, if you are a good manip maker, could you make this? I need it like now.

She had been waiting at Granny's for maybe fifteen minutes, but her patience was wearing thin. Having been the captain of a ship, she knew how much he valued punctuality; he had never made her wait this long for lunch. She wasn't sure where he was, so she texted him. Still, there was no answer.

Frustrated, she decided to call Henry. On the second ring, he answered.

"Hi, Mom! Everything ok?"

"Henry, you wouldn't happen to know where Killian is would you?"

"He's not with you? You guys always have lunch together on Sundays…"

"I know, and he's not here!"

Henry, clearly hearing the worry in his mother's voice, said, "I knew if something happened to him, Grandpa would have called you. You know how close they are now." It was really quite strange, the relationship her boyfriend and her father had. The bromance was strong, as Henry so eloquently put it. "Just call Grandpa. Everything is going to be okay."

"Thanks, for listening, kid."

"Anytime, Mom. Text me when he shows, so I know that you stopped worrying." With that, her son hung up on her. She then pressed the button to connect her to her father.

"Emma! To what do I owe the honor?"

"Dad, have you seen Killian? He's late for our lunch…"

"Wait, WHAT? Killian isn't there?! When was the last time you saw him? Or talked to him? Has Henry seen him? Or Robin?" It was really disturbing hearing her father sound more like the concerned girlfriend…bromance, indeed.

"I saw him yesterday at dinner, but I just couldn't imagine why Killian…"

It was then that a familiar voice whispered in her ear behind her, "Talking about me, love?"

Emma could feel a blush quickly moving across her face when she heard him say her name. Even after being together for a few years, it still made her feel all warm inside. Smiling into her phone, she told her father, "Guess who just showed up?" Turning around, she all but gasped.

For the past few years, Killian had been wearing a mordernized version of his pirate outfit: leather jacket, black silk vest, dark-colored collared shirts, black slacks, and leather shoes. She was unprepared for the sight before her.

He still had the vest, but it was placed over a white cotton, v-neck t-shirt. Instead of the dark slacks, he was dressed dark skinny jeans; not insanely tight, but tight enough to where you could noticed the type of jeans. On his feet, he wore black converse high-top sneakers. And atop his gorgeous head of hair, he wore a black fedora with a navy ribbon.

Emma swore she had her mouth agape for a good minute.

She was still frozen when he grabbed her phone from her hand and put it to his ears. "Dave, mate…yes, I have arrived…I'm sorry that I worried her…yes, and you, too…see you later for the poker game?…Fantastic…Well, I best be off…Text you later, mate." He ended the call, and handed her back her phone.

"I…uh….hmmmm…"

"Articulate as ever, Swan," he giggled.

"You're late…"

"I know, and I apologize. I actually needed the assistance of Miss Lucas…"

"Ruby? And with what?"

Blushing, he gestured over his body, clearly reference his new attire.

"You asked Ruby to help you with your outfit?"

"Yes, well, she may have insinuated that I needed to branch out, style wise. I take it you like it what you see?" He asked as he lifted his eyebrow.

Walking closer to him, she lifted her head to place a kiss on the eyebrow; then on his cheek; finally, one on his lips.

Smiling, she looked into his eyes, and joked, "I went from dating a pirate to dating a hipster.