12-13th of August 2015.
Because I love the meteor showers so much. A drabble.
"Something wrong?" Her father asked her, seeing her glare out of the window, into the darkness of the night.
"Some idiot is trespassing again," she sighed. "I'll take care of it," Emma smiled, disappearing in the back and coming back with the shotgun.
"Oh no, honey," her mother laughed, "you'll scare the poor bastard."
"That's the plan," Emma grinned, putting on her boots and walking outside.
She found the trespasser in the middle of the field, they didn't use this field now, the horses were on another field, so aside from the two of them it was empty.
The tall man stood with his back towards her, staring at the sky, clinging to something that looked like a blanket, but it was hard to see in the dark.
He clearly hadn't heard her coming because he flinched hard when she prepared the gun loudly and pushed it against his back.
"That's a gun pushing against you back, I'm not happy to see you," she smiled at her turn on 'is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me'. He seemed to get it because he chuckled softly before raising his arms, dropping the blanket to his feet.
"Please don't shoot me," his warm voice pleaded.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't, trespasser."
"Stars," he sounded like he was smiling.
"What?" Emma frowned, getting a better grip on her gun, realising his amazing chuckle had distracted her.
"There is a meteor shower going on. I just wanted to see the stars. Your field has a great location, there is barely any pollution here, you can see so many stars," he spoke softly.
It was old news to Emma that the stars were clearly visible from here, but yet she looked up. She never failed to be amazed by it, growing up, she often sat outside just to watch them, but like got busier and she lacked the time, or was so exhausted she would just pass out on the couch.
She lowered her gun as she saw it. A shooting star, just a second or two, but so clear, so visible. She couldn't help but smile.
"There are supposedly around a hundred an hour at its peak," the man said. When she looked back at him he had lowered his hands and turned to face her - and damn, the trespasser was handsome, even in the moonlight.
"All right," Emma said, looking back up to the sky, in hopes of spotting another one. The next one was smaller than the first, but it was still amazing. "I won't shoot you."
"Thank you," the man grinned grinned.
"So what's your name trespasser?" Emma looked at him once more.
"Killian Jones," he replied.
"Okay. My name is Emma."
"Nice to meet you, Emma. So may I stay?"
"Yeah, you got any room on that blanket for a second person?"
"Sure," he laughed, spreading out the blanket at their feet and sat down. She followed his lead. "Coffee?" Killian asked, reaching in the basket next to him, something she hadn't seen before. Well then, this guy came prepared. But she smiled and nodded accepting the cup he handed her, watching him pour in from the thermos.
Why he brought two cups was beyond her, but she didn't dwell on it.
She had shooting stars to watch.