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She's late, she's late for work because of the stupid maintenance work on the tube line she takes to work every morning. It means that the tube trains are restricted to one every fifteen minutes and she had thought this morning that she had made it in plenty of time, is aware of the work being done in the tunnels and so she had left half an hour earlier to be sure, but no, the tube was pulling away from the platform as soon as she fled from the stairs.

So she's late. She's rushing from the tube station to her office and through the Tuesday morning bustle. It seems she is not the only one affected by the tube delays as she passes other red-faced men and women dressed in smart attire as they make their way quickly out of the underground passage. Luckily, Regina's office is only a ten-minute walk (and it turns out a three-minute sprint) from the station.

The brunette rushes through the revolving doors and across the ground floor of her office building, her heels clacking against the hard, tile flooring before she quickly jumps into the elevator just as the doors shut closed behind her. With a sigh of relief she turns to face the numbers on the wall, selecting her floor so that the number lights up but she notices that her selected button isn't the only one glowing.

"The tubes got you too, huh?"

Regina turns to face the stranger beside her, leaning her back against the wall of the elevator as she catches her breath. "Yeah," she breathes, running a hand through her crazed hair in an attempt to return it to how it looked before she had left her apartment, "You?"

"Yes," the man chuckles, then there is a moment of silence before he is asking, "Do you work here?"

"Senior graphic designer," Regina announces, standing up straight and regarding the handsome man with a smile and, she would be lying if she didn't admit, a slight blush (although she could blame that on the running around). "I haven't seen you around here before, are you new? Or just always late?" she teases, deciding that there's no harm in flirting with the man... he has a pair of eyes she could swim in.

The stranger chuckles once again and shakes his head. "No. I work for Arrowhead Limited. I'm a photographer," he announces with a dimpled smile, which draws Regina's attention to his lips.

"Oh," she replies, a little disappointed that she won't be seeing more of this incredibly good-looking and well-dressed gentleman. She quickly brushes the feeling off. "Just a flying visit then?"

"Just a flying visit," he confirms with a nod and that blinding smile of his. He really is gorgeous. He looks as if he is about to say something else when the elevator comes to a smooth stop. "This is my floor," he announces, rubbing at the back of his neck and then he's stepping out, bidding her a good day and disappearing behind the fast closing doors and into the morning rush of Human Resources.

Regina frowns. She didn't even get his name. Well, she will simply have to refer to him as the handsome elevator stranger instead. She rides the elevator up to the top floor and remembers that, actually, she is still twenty minutes late for work, which means that she will have to endure some kind of berating from her colleague and best friend if she has noticed her tardiness. And of course she has, she's Kathryn Goldberg.

Regina sneaks into her office and groans when she is met with the company of that very blonde. "The tubes-" she begins to explain but then she realises that Kathryn's attention is drawn closely to Regina's computer screen in front of her. "What are you doing on my computer?" she asks sceptically as she begins to undo her overcoat and hangs it up on the wrack that stands by the door.

"Taking advantage of your tardiness," Kathryn dismisses half-heartedly as she continues to type away on the keyboard. "Your favourite novel is still Jane Eyre, right?" she adds in question, and the randomness of the statement makes Regina suddenly anxious as she marches her way over to and around her desk to look at what her friend is up to.

"Yes. Why do you need to know my novel preference?" Regina asks as her eyes scan across a colourful logo that lines the top of the web page and then down to the questionnaire that follows. "CreativeMatch?" she murmurs with a frown before turning her attention to Kathryn as her friend turns to look up at her with a guilty smile. "Oh Kathryn, please don't tell me this is what I think it is..."

"Surprise!" the blonde declares with a smirk, "I figured I would give you that push you needed to get out there."

Regina shakes her head as she stands up straight. "By setting me up on an Internet dating site?!" she exclaims. "That is not a push, that is a catapult, Kathryn," she sighs, or rather growls, in frustration. "I told you I would rather spend the rest of my life alone than sign up to one of these things!"

Kathryn rolls her eyes. "Oh, you're just being dramatic," she dismisses before turning back to face the screen. "You should be proud of the fact that I, as your very best friend, know you extremely well," she adds with a grin as she goes back to answering the next question about the brunette who is currently pacing behind her.

Regina has quite the intimidating demeanour when she is angry or irritated but, being her close friend, Kathryn simply isn't fazed by it one bit.

"Proud?!" the brunette hisses, "That is about the last thing I am feeling right now" She sweeps a hand down her face. "For fucks sake, Kathryn- and on my work computer!"

"Will you relax? It's a private browser," Kathryn retorts as she continues to type away.

"Oh, and so that makes everything fine," Regina replies sarcastically as she counts to ten in her head to compose herself before she makes her way back over to the desk. "Please stop typing..." she whines, leaning over her friend's shoulder and reading the answers that are displayed. She has to give it to Kathryn, she does know her well.

Kathryn shakes her head. "Nope we are doing this, G, I've already set up my credit card and everything," she replies, "Now we need to just finish this set of questions and then upload some photos."

"Photos?" Regina echoes, she's never really been one to take photos of herself, despite the fact that she knows she is an attractive woman and will quite happily admire the reflection of herself every once in a while but she never quite caught onto the trend of 'selfies'. "I don't have very many, not recent ones, anyway."

"We will take some tonight. So, are you on board?" the blonde asks, turning her head to smile hopefully at the brunette beside her.

Regina rolls her eyes, biting her lip before shrugging. "Oh, what the hell? I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" she sighs, lifting a perfectly shaped brow.

"Not an ounce."


Regina and Kathryn have dinner together after work before the blonde practically follows Regina home, insisting that they get these photos done to upload tonight so that any matches made can get a good look at her.

"Do we honestly have to do this?" Regina sighs as she is practically shoved into her room and towards her closet to pick a few outfits out. It's embarrassing, posing for photos; photos which older men and perverts can gaze at if they choose to or, even worse, someone she works with. Her mother would shun her for getting involved in internet dating, would shame her to her relatives and lecture her on what she can do to make herself more desirable so that she doesn't need internet dating and can find a suitor the old fashioned way. However, the thought that joining a dating site will surely piss her mother off only makes Regina want to do it more. Besides, she won't have to know.

"Yes. Yes we do," Kathryn replies, opening up the doors to her friend's wardrobe and scanning the contents.

"Won't it look weird if they are posed and all in the same room?" Regina stresses, biting at her lower lip and wandering about the room nervously.

The blonde picks out a few outfits, throwing them on the double bed before returning back to the closet, "You should see the type of photos women have on these sites. Trust me, it won't be weird."

"You're not convincing me that this is a good idea," Regina drawls as she simply lets her friend get on with it (it's easier just not to argue) and turns her attention to a few of the outfit choices that are spread out across the bed. "I'm only doing three and then you're going home," she demands, lifting a deep red dress to her frame before she heads into the en-suite to change.

"Yeah, yeah. Hurry up and get the first one on then," Kathryn urges as she pulls out the department camera from her purse and slipping in her own memory card so that the photos of Regina cannot be exploited and admired around the office. Their colleagues aren't the least bit subtle about their attraction towards the senior graphic designer and, though most of the time Regina ignores the attention and tries not to let it annoy her, it can help her get what she wants.

A few minutes later and with a fresh coat of lipstick Regina makes her way out of the bathroom, donning the tight fitting dress with a pout. "I'm all dressed up for nothing and I feel ridiculous," she huffs just as Kathryn brings the camera up to her face and snaps her friend's grumpy face.

"The trout pout isn't really you, G, perhaps we could try a smile next time?" Kathryn teases with an amused chuckle, looking over the digital copy of the picture she has just captured.

"Delete that."

"Stop complaining and sit on the bed."

Regina rolls her eyes, making her way to the end of her bed and perching on the edge. "Fine, but if you put that photo anywhere you are dead."


It's three outfits and a much needed glass of wine later that the photos have been uploaded to Regina's profile. She has picked out her (in her opinion) five least posed and most flattering photos and is now somewhat satisfied with how her online profile looks. Although Kathryn is a big pain in the arse, sometimes she does know how to take good photos. It's after a celebratory shared bottle of wine and an episode of a mindless TV show that Kathryn is leaving Regina for the evening and the brunette is quick to make her way to the bathroom so that she can finally rid herself of her makeup.

Has she really just signed up to Internet dating?

Regina stares at her reflection before rolling her eyes. "Do you have any idea how pathetic this is?" she asks aloud at her reflection. "It's almost as pathetic as talking to yourself," she adds, shaking her head at her own absurdity when suddenly her email alert sounds on her laptop from the other room. The brunette sighs, slipping from her jeans and blouse before hanging the items back up and slipping into her nightdress. It's then that she retrieves her laptop from the bedside cabinet and slips under the covers of her bed, opening up her emails.

She settles back against the pillows of her bedspread as she scans over her latest messages, a brow raising when she reads the subject of the last one.

Regina Mills, we have found you 3 new matches!

"Well that was quick," she murmurs, clicking open the email and then following the link provided which takes her to her profile. She clicks on the title 'potential matches' before three smiling faces pop up on her screen.

The first is a brunette, pleasant looking but he, too, is a graphic designer and is based in Essex. Regina scans a few of his details but she honestly does not need a clash of opinions in her love life, so she scrolls past him, moving to the second match: a blonde who goes by the name of Mark Andrews. Regina clicks on his profile and scrolls through the man's photos. He's handsome, has bright green eyes and is clean-shaven. Regina wonders what he will look like with stubble, and also ponders on why on earth this man is still single at... 30. Then again, she could ask herself the same question.

Regina scrolls down to the gentleman's information, he is an editor for Primal magazine, one of the UK's top fashion boutique magazines. Impressive. Mark also likes to dance, Latin and ballroom (her mother would most certainly approve), he enjoys eating out, his favourite food being Italian and he has recently come out of a long term relationship... with a man.

Regina's eyes widen as she scrolls back up to the basic information and there in black and white it clearly states that Mark is interested in men and women. And she would really rather not start dating someone who can suddenly decide that they still have feelings for their former partner and could go back to seeing the gentlemen who was before her. The possibility is simply a risk Regina doesn't wish to take; the outcome could be utterly humiliating in the long run— however if all else fails, she feels as if she and Mark could become very good friends.

The brunette sighs, going back to her profile to view the third potential match, her head tilting as she looks at the image. She can't help but feel like she recognises him, his stunning sapphire eyes to be specific. Dragging the mouse to his icon, Regina scans through the photos provided, getting increasingly frustrated as she finds that she does indeed recognise this handsome man with dimples, which could dig their way to China. But where from?

Regina's eyes fall to the information listed beneath his name: Robin Locksley.

Age: 28
Place of Residence: East Central London
Interested in: Women
Occupation: Photographer at Arrowhead Ltd

"Arrowhead Limited..." Regina reads aloud before her eyes suddenly widen, "Shit! It's the handsome elevator stranger!"


*Dramatic music*

Sorry for the cliffhanger... I won't keep you waiting too long, promise!

Edited on the 25/07/2016