AN:This is my first fanfiction ever. Wanted to write a fanfiction for a long time but I never had the courage to do so. Then this idea popped into my head and I just went for it.

Since English isn't my mother tongue I had a very good friend of mine help me out with any grammar mistakes. If there's still a mistake in this story it's my own fault.

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I don't own any of the characters!

Chapter 1

Emma's shift started in 10 minutes. She puts on her work clothes: a short shorts and a t-shirt. Her boss Regina, owner of the bar The Jolly Roger, wants her bartenders to dress like that. Pretty woman in tiny shorts sell, Regina always says. Emma didn't mind as long as she was behind the bar. When she first started the job she had to pick up empty glasses from tables and of course some men had some wandering hands.

She brushed her hair and walked into the bar to start her shift. The bar was filled with people in good moods, Saturday was always the busiest day of the week. One of her favorite songs was playing and with a huge smile she started with taking orders from costumers. "Love, two beers please" a man ordered. She was used to men calling her names such as "sweetheart" or "beautiful" but never has she been called "love". She looked closely at the guy, he was new. She'd never seen him in here. He was around 30 years old, dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. He wasn't bad looking at all, nice scruff on his face and his arms revealed that he worked out quite frequently."Anything else?" She said while giving him his ordered beers. "No love, this will be all." He smiled at here,picked up the beers and walked to his friend. She shook her head with a smile and took the order of a Middle aged woman.

She quickly forgot about him until she took a small break to drink some water. She looked around the bar to see more and more people come in. It wouldn't take long until the bar was to full. But the costumers didn't mind the crowdedness of the place, everyone was smiling and dancing. She saw him in a corner, along with his friend and two ladies. By the looks of it they weren't planning on going home alone tonight.

She saw him turning around, heading for the bar to order again. She waited until he reached her and smiled at him. "Hello love, two beers please." He smiled back at her while ordering. "And what do the ladies like to drink?" She asked. "Wait, am I supposed to give them drinks? I thought my attention would lead them to wherever I want them." "Oh boy, what a gentleman you are." She couldn't help but tease him a bit, like he apparently did with her. "Love, I'm always a gentleman. Two white wines for the ladies please." She took two wine glasses, filled them up and placed them beside his beers. "Keep the change love." He winked at her, picked up the glasses and headed back to his corner again. The night quickly ended, it felt like she only worked for 5 minutes. The last costumers walked out the door,time to clean the place up.

Work was done. It was 6 am, time to go home. But she didn't intend on going home. She took her work clothes off and changed into jeans, a sweater, and sneakers. Her feet were killing her. She said goodbye to her colleagues, packed her bag and left the bar. The streets were filled with drunk, laughing people who were on their way home. Or going for a bite to eat, like her.

She walked into granny's, the place she always came after work. "Morning Emma, same as usual?" Granny said. "Morning granny, yes please." She walked to the end of the diner and sat in her own booth, in the corner. She didn't want any crowd and here she could sit in peace.

After a while granny brought her order. She gave her a smile and took a huge zip from her freshly squeezed orange juice. Her usual meal was toasted bread with scrambled eggs. She's been coming here for a year now. She didn't doubt about the rest of Granny's menu, she just stuck with this.

After a while more visitors came in, loud and drunk but cheerful."Hey love,didn't recognize you without your shorts and t-shirt" an foreign accent draw her attention and when she looked up she saw the guy from the bar. "Are you following me?" She asked him with a little smile. "No love, I wasn't. You're beautiful but it is pure coincidence that I bumped into you here. Me and my mate wanted to eat something and this place was highly , the person who recommended it to you was right, this is the best place in town to eat. And not just because it's the only place open this early in the morning."

She took some money out of her pocket and places it underneath her empty glass. By now she knew precisely what her meal costs were and granny trusted her enough.

"Are you leaving love?" "Yes sir, I have to go home." He looked at her like he was disappointed. "What a shame, I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me and my friend. I could buy you another orange juice if you like." He turned around to point at his friend who was trying to read the menu but was clearly to drunk to do so. Emma smiled as she saw the look of annoyance on Granny's face.

"What happened to the ladies? Did they ditch you?" She stood up to put on her red leather jacket. "As a matter of fact, they did! Can you believe that? I'm guessing I was a bit too much of a gentleman after all." By the smile he was giving her she knew he was teasing her. "You poor lad, I'm guessing you don't get ditched that very often." He shrugged as an answer. "Why don't you stay love?" He asked as he came closer to her. "I promise it will be fun. Or do you have a mister waiting for you at home, warming up the bed?" He raised his eyebrow, his eyes filled with joy. Goodness, that was attractive! "As a matter of fact I do, sorry. But enjoy your breakfast." She smiled at him, picked up her car keys and tried not to rush out to quickly as she said goodbye to Granny. When she was almost at her car she heard his voice. "Love, you forgot your phone!" She closed her eyes, thinking how she could be so stupid. "Thank you." She said as she turned around. "No problem, love. Just wanted to show you what a gentleman I am." What was it with this man? And why did he keep calling her love? She took the phone, got in the car and drove off while the stranger was watching going around the corner.

She could feel the tiredness taking over as her phone started to beep, telling her she had a text message. Surprised someone texted her this early on a sunday morning she picked up the phone.

"Sleep well love, it was nice meeting you. Killian"

What the? How did he get her number? That sneaky bastard must have called his own phone with hers when she left it on the table.

"Having my number does not give you any discount at the bar mister!"

Just a few seconds later her phone beeped again.

"Darn it! That bar prices are way to high! No love, I'm not after any kind of discount. Just giving you my number just in case things don't work out between you and mister bed "

What did she even had to think about this guy, this Killian? She didn't know him at all and she was perfectly happy with her boyfriend Neal. She laid down her phone as she was almost home, quickly forgetting about that guy as she had gotten real tired.