"Regina Mills"
When Regina woke up this morning and headed out to her newly deemed 'favorite' café, she certainly didn't expect to fall head over heels, both literally and figuratively, to the blonde on the sidewalk. She has been proven entirely wrong.
Since the two retrieved their footing, neither has bothered to break their slightly too-close stance or unclasp their hands that were held in between them. As the lion and the lamb's breaths mingled, Emma found herself speaking again without her notice. "Would you like to head to the café around the corner?" Emma asked. "Maybe I'll be able to make it up to for that." I may be also be able to find out why in the hell I've been ordered to kill you.
"On one condition," Regina stated. Emma cocked her head as an inquiry so that Regina would continue. "We go to Granny's."
"Fair enough," Emma deemed as she cocked her head in the direction that she knew the café was. Obviously Emma Swan was already going to head to Granny's. As a hit man she needed to know the whereabouts of her target and Granny's happened to be where Regina Mills spent most of her mornings.
The pair arrived at the aforementioned quaint little café and sat themselves at Regina's favoured. Before the silence could even become awkward, a waitress bounded over, seeming ecstatic to take their orders. As much as a surprise the brunette waitress was to Emma Swan, this was absolutely routine for the normal life of Regina Mills.
"Regina!" the waitress greeted, Ruby as her name tag read. "Would you like your usual?" Regina politely nodded her head and Ruby turned towards Emma with a blinding smile. "How about you? What would you like on this beautiful day?"
"Hmm..." Emma pondered, obviously unknowing the menu at the café. "Do you serve hot cocoa?" she asked hopefully.
"Indeed we do!" Ruby replied. "Any special toppings on that?"
"Yeah actually, I'd love to have some cinnamon on top, please."
"Not a problem," the waitress pronounced. "I'll be along with your orders shortly," and without another second to waste, Ruby had taken off like a graceful tornado.
Emma Swan and Regina Mills were left alone again, and so the silence grew between them. The lack of words being said wasn't exactly uncomfortable but it definitely had a tension, increased by the many questions hanging in the air.
Regina, surprisingly, is the first to break the silence, "What do you do for a living, Ms. Swan?"
To any regular person in any normal situation, this would be a relatively easy question, but not now, not for Emma. What could she say, really? Oh, I'm a bounty hunter currently on a mission to assassinate you. No, it just wasn't going to work, so she stretched the truth. "I work for the police," the hit man lied, "I'm sort of like a sheriff but it's quite complicated. Anyways, what about yourself?"
"I'm a businesswomen," she replied with ease, then smoothly added, "I work alongside the mayor for the most part. I don't remember seeing your name anywhere as sheriff."
"It's more of a private thing with the federal government," Emma hesitantly responded. Damn, Regina was smart. If the conversation continued like this, she would know all about Emma's job, including her past on the other side of the bars.
Thankfully, though, Ruby arrived just in time to cut the chat short. She laid down a hot cocoa with whipped cream and cinnamon down in front of the blonde and what appeared to be a black coffee down for her acquaintance. Ew, was all the bounty hunter thought.
Noticing the new acquaintance's look of disgust directed towards her mug, "It's not like my drink will rot my teeth, unlike that," Regina retorted, glaring at the mug in front of the 'sheriff'.
Caught up in the moment, Agent Swan blurted out the one thing that has been on her mind since she sat down, "At least I don't have people sent to kill me!" Oh shit.