Regina walks out of her home into the crisp morning air. She sees the man she has seen for the past couple of weeks, her new neighbor. She walks over, and decides to talk to him. She likes the way he looks, brown hair, brawny, fair skinned, and tall. She walks over, fiddling with her hair as she brushes it back across her shoulder. She approaches the man, and greets him with, "Hello there, I'm Regina. I believe we are neighbors,"
"Yes, it seems so,"
"And your name?"
"Robin,"
"Where did you move from?"
"Wisconsin. Divorced my wife and then decided to start a new life here in Storybrooke with my son, Roland,"
"What the frack! I didn't need your life story!" As soon as the words roll off of her lips she regrets what she said.
"Well, I'm sorry. Where'd you come from?"
"I'm a local," she says as she stares into his bright blue eyes.
"If all of you locals are like yourself, I don't know if this is a safe place for my dear son," he says as he starts to walk away.
"Wait!" she exclaims, wanting to make up for her mistake, " I didn't mean it, I am just upset, please forgive me,"
"Well I certainly will, because, with that face, any man would be lucky to have you," he says, as she blushes like a tomato, "Where did frack come from?" he says with a smile.
"My apologies, my son says it all the time." She says with a giggle.
"Son, huh?"
"Yes, Henry. He isn't with me now, he is with his other mother."
"You're divorced too?"
"Oh, no! He is my adopted son. He regained contact with his birth mother a few months ago…"
"Sounds confusing."
"Oh, it is."
"Regina, would it be strange if I asked you to come inside for a cup of coffee?"
"Oh, I would love to. But, I have to get to work. I have duties as mayor."
"Mayor, huh? Well how about you come over tonight for dinner? I would cook, and you can meet my son."
"Sounds great, how old is your son?"
"One month. His mother didn't want the pressure of raising a child on her own, but I did."
"I understand. See you tonight?"
"Tonight, frack." He says as she smiles and walks to her car.