A/N Hello again friends! I'm so happy that you guys want to read my story. I am excited for this new adventure. If there is a specific thing you want to see happen with Emma and Killian then, feel free to message me and we'll see what happens.

There's not much Killian in this chapter but, we do meet new characters.

That's all, on with the show...

"Do I have to seriously go out tonight?" she whines. Emma had a really busy day full of meetings and conference calls. She just got home to her penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side a little over an hour ago when she got a phone call from her best friend. All she wanted now was to have Chinese takeout delivered, take a bubble bath in her Jacuzzi tub then go to bed for a good night's rest. She had work in the morning.

Just tell her you don't want to go and that's final. You know that's not going to work. She'll drag me out of here by my hair kicking and screaming.

"Yes Emma! You have to get your ass out of this damn expensive penthouse you have and get out there! Live your fucking life for Christ's sake! You're only 28 and you've accomplished and experienced more things in your lifetime than most of us in a couple of lifetimes. So, I'm dragging you to your future. Now, move your ass and get dressed!" says her brunette best friend who she has known since she was a teenager. The girl knows there's nothing Emma can say when she says it like that but, it didn't stop Emma from scoffing.

"Whatever. I'll go but, what's wrong with my clothes? I ordered this outfit from Saks." Emma says while checking herself out in her full length mirror while the brunette goes through her clothes. "I'm not wearing something revealing tonight."

"Yeah, we'll see. You'll wear whatever I give you!" was the brunette's response. Then she walks behind Emma and throws the clothes at her. "Put this on! We don't have all night. I'll call your driver, there's no way we're taking a cab."

Emma looks down to examine the clothes she was given. It was white ripped jeans, and a black sweater paired with her light brown leather jacket from Chanel. Emma went to her bathroom to change and touch up her make-up. She took her braid she had for work out and brushed her hair.

I guess, I'll wear with the soft waves in it. I'm not trying to impress anyone. What shoes should I wear? I want to wear flats, but we all know that's not going to happen.

"So, what shoes are you going to wear and for God's sake don't wear flats?!" the brunette interrupts her thoughts. She's looking in her separate shoe closet for the highest heels she can find and Emma is definitely putting her foot down on this one.

"I'm not wearing the Red Bottoms. I'll wear the Jimmy Choo ones." Emma knows her best friend loves Louboutin but, she won't fight her on this when she already got her way about the outfit. So, she puts on her shoes while the brunette brushes her freshly cut hair. That was her way of getting over a boyfriend or as Emma called them her "conquests" because they never stuck around long enough for a relationship.

"I love your shoe collection. Maybe I should become a millionaire and have a shoe closet installed in my place. Are you ready?" These statements gave Emma pause because both of them have similar backgrounds except her best friend never went to prison and she never fell in love or at least that's what Emma thought.

"Yes I am ready. Seriously, you ARE a millionaire. You live in a house in the Hamptons, the only reason you're here right now is because it's New York Fashion Week and the show scheduled for tonight got cancelled. You can use one of the many rooms in your house for a shoe closet, but it would be pointless seeing as you always go through MY shoes." She earns a scoff from her companion.

"Whatever, Emma. My house is lonely with that much space for one person. I don't know what I was thinking when I spent 1.5 million dollars on a house for just me." She says while they're walking to the elevator to take them down to the lobby.

"I don't know the answer to that question. But, what bar or club are you taking me to?" Emma responds because how can she answer a question she has no answer for? Emma can't really ask her why she bought that house when her penthouse has 6 bedrooms and 5 bathrooms.

How did I get dragged somewhere when I don't even know if I'm going to a bar or a club? I hope she says club because she can't take me there tonight. She doesn't know about what happened that night. You didn't tell anyone. There was nothing to tell. Shut up.

"We're going to The Ugly Duckling." She continues to talk about her week as they finally cross the lobby to find the driver parked out front waiting on them and she completely misses the fact Emma stopped and gasped.

She can't be serious. I can't go there! What are the odds of seeing him again, Emma? Am I willing to take that chance? There's nothing you can do but go with your friend because you're already dressed. Besides, you've never seen before that night and you're always in there checking on your business.

"Are you coming?" is the question that interrupts Emma's internal battle. The only response from Emma is a sigh while she climbs in the town car beside her best friend.

"You know, I hate taking this car to places like the bar. It makes me seem like some kind of pretentious elite socialite." Emma groans, because the one thing she hates more than revealing herself is coming off as if she's better than someone else. She knows struggles, she understands what it's like to wonder where her next meal is coming from.

"You ARE an elite socialite. Besides you pay Graham a generous amount to take you places, even when you have 4 well-priced cars in your garage. So, we're taking the town car. Now, hush with your whining!" these are the moments when she wonders why they are friends.

All Emma can think about during the drive to the bar is the stranger she met last week. Killian Jones has been in her head for a week now and she can't shake the feeling that it was just the beginning.

Not if I don't see him again. Stop lying to yourself. You know he's going to show up at the most inconvenient time. Dear God I hope so! Wait. What?

"Emma. Come on! We're here." Emma just sighs and gets out of the car.

"Graham, you can go home. We'll take a cab. See you tomorrow." She says with a smile to her driver.

"Thank you, Miss Emma. I'll see in the morning." He says and gets back in the car to go home.

Perhaps it's time for Graham to receive a raise. You just gave him a raise last year. Well, if he deals with my bullshit on a regular basis then I think the least I can do is give him a raise.

Once they're inside, Emma makes her way to the bar while her brunette best friend goes to check out her latest "conquest potentials" for the night. "Hey, Carson. Can I get my usual?" she says while sitting on the stool at the bar.

"Sure, Emma. I'll be right back." The bartender responds and goes to make her drink.

While Emma didn't notice the person she sat next to, her friend sure did. Emma feels her phone vibrate in her pocket and she takes it out. It's a text from her bestie.

There's a fine piece of male specimen right next to you. Live a little and flirt with him!

"I'm not drunk enough for this." Emma mutters to no one in particular and locks her phone back.

"I second that, love." That's the sentence that causes Emma to freeze because it couldn't be the guy who has haunted her thoughts for a week.

No, it can't be. It can't be him. He's not supposed to be here. God, Emma! Get yourself together. He doesn't even know it's you!

Emma receives her drink and makes to get up but her jacket gets caught on the chair next to her.

This would have to happen to me. NOW!

She groans, and then takes a deep breath "Excuse me could you help me with my jacket?"

That's when the infamous baby blue eyes turn to her, "Sure… Emma?"

Great. He remembers me, that is always a good sign. NOT. Oh, hush. You have been dreaming about those eyes for a week now. He's waiting on a confirmation that it is you, dumbass.

She nods. "Yeah, could you?"

"Oh right, lass." He helps her with her jacket and shoves his hands into his pockets.

They're standing there awkwardly staring at each other. "Hey, Emma! Who's your friend?" that's the sentence from the voice she's been listening to for hours now. She turns to see her best friend looking at Killian with a smirk playing on her lips.

Before Emma can introduce them Killian speaks up, "Killian. Killian Jones and you are?" he raises his hand to shake the brunette's hand.

"I'm Regina. Regina Mills." The brunette says and shakes his hand. "I feel like I ruined a perfect moment, so I'm going to make myself scarce. See you around, Killian. It was nice meeting you." He nods and continues to stare at Emma.

Emma's hiding her face with her hair but, her blushing didn't go unnoticed by Regina. When Regina was getting ready to walk away, she pauses to whisper in Emma's ear, "Good job, Swan. He's hot! Take him home with you and if you don't, I will." The last comment is what makes Emma turn to look at her but, she's already sauntering off into the crowd of people.

Damn her. Why did I want to punch her in the face when she said she would take him home? Why do I want to punch her just for shaking his hand? Because, you're jealous and a possessive crazy bitch who met him last week. You're wrong. He's not mine to be possessive over. But, you want him to be. Shut up!

"So, lass what brought you to this fine establishment tonight?" He asks while taking his seat again and gesturing for her to do the same.

Oh, right! He's still here. This night just keeps getting better.