Chapter 1: Blonde woman

Boston;Saturday; 9PM

"Not too much alcohol in that glass, blonde!"

She rolled her eyes as she stared at the glass and poured some extra liquor in it than usual, not by purpose. She ignored her employer, how often does he wish command her in a day? At least a thousand times. Not many people came into the cafe and the people who did come were selfish ones who didn't have time to wait for their drink. There were better evenings.

"A beer please, young lady." she heard from the back. Without saying a word, or looking at the man, she took a beer glass and filled it with the beer which flowed out of the bottle.

"Here you go." she said as she put the beer on the bar while she looked at the young man who sat at the bar. A young man, yes, she guessed he was around thirty. Maybe even twenty-nine? She could see he was wearing jeans, a dark pair. His black blouse had a V-neck so you could still see his silver necklace. And he had an unshaven face, it suited him.

"Thank you." he winked at the lady behind the bar. She turned around to the liquor cabinet. Her blonde hair flew behind her as she walked over to polish the glass.

"Not many people here, huh?"

Emma looked up, it was the young man who was talking to her. "You could say that." She replied, knowing this was the usual.

"My name is Killian, Killian Jones." He stretched out his hand over the bar.

She took the hand and shook it, "Good evening Killian." she winked and began to move on with her work.

"And your name?" He stared at the lady.

"Who knows ..." the lady winked at him and poured a new beer in which she then put down next to him, "On the house, Killian." she smiled mysteriously at him. Killian was sold, he was willing to stay all night. Until she would reveal her name.

And so it happened after three beers, Killian had started drinking water to make sure he wouldn't become drunk. Mostly he got drunk from rum rather than beer, but he wanted to make a good impression this time. And after an additional three glasses of water, it was finally 11 PM and Emma was about to leave. Her boss would close the cafe.
Killian walked behind her, she now wore dark jeans with a white shirt and a dark red jacket. Her hair still loose.

"I still don't know your name." Killian moved to walk beside her, he had to know the name of the lady.

"Did you seriously wait for me?" she laughed and casually kept on walking.

"No, maybe. Goddamn it, yes." He walked a little faster to keep up with her.

"What a Prince Charming." She remarked, not once had she even looked at him.

"I rather be recognized as a pirate, but call me what you want dear."

She stopped "Let me guess, you're named a pirate because of all the hearts you've broken. After every late night you got drunk, you took a girl home and the next morning you left as if nothing happened. Am I right?" she took the keys out of her pocket as she walked into a large apartment building, Killian followed.

"The past haunts you they say, but if the past was yesterday then it's closer than I thought." Killian walked with her up the stairs. Why couldn't that woman take the elevator? She was smart, a little too smart for him.

She took her key and unlocked the door to her apartment, but didn't open it yet. She turned to Killian "It's just that I know you're not drunk." she paused "Emma, my name is Emma." she turned to the door and now stood in the opening.

"I'll see you tomorrow Emma?" Killian couldn't think of anything better to say, he was seen as a dickhead anyways.

"I don't have to work tomorrow." she wanted to close the door.

"I'll buy you a drink somewhere else." He smiled shyly at her, he had never felt like this in front of a woman before.

"Are you asking me on a date?" she paused and saw the seemingly tough bad guy suddenly become shy in front of her, "Tomorrow at 7 PM, surprise me." she smiled at him and as she held the door wide open, a little boy ran up to her from the apartment.

"Who is this, Mom?" the young boy was standing in his dark blue pajamas next to his mother.

"Henry go back to bed, this does not concern you."

"He can come in if he stays away from the cake in the fridge!" Henry said as he walked back to his room.

"You heard him, I'm welcome if I don't touch the cake." Killian winked at Emma.

"See you tomorrow Killian." she smiled and closed the door, leaving Killian standing there. He had never experienced such an evening. He walked out, asked for a taxi and drove home. Emma put her bag down on the table and saw Henry with a smile on his face standing in his bedroom door.

"Go to bed, Henry!" said Emma in a way which you could tell that it wasn't serious "I'm already going!" He laughed and laid down on his bed. Emma put her heels next to her bed and dropped down on the bed herself, with her head on the pillow.