Emma finally got the hang of dealing and earning her share whenever she sold a good bunch of weed. Graham gave her, her share and off both of them will go to their certain stations. On a particular night she stops at a seven eleven for a snack. She well knew her father never cared when she came and went from home.

Walking through the aisle of the store, the bell of the store rang alerting someone walked in. Emma paid no attention until she heard a voice talking to the cashier. She lifted her head knowing she's heard this voice before. She turns her head around to find that it was the one and only Ms. Mills standing there. Emma's eyes widened at the brunette standing there. Emma packed her items and went towards the woman. "It's been a long time since I've seen you." Emma said sarcastically standing behind her. The teacher grabbed what it seemed to be a pack of cigarettes when her transfer was made. She turned around and noticed the teenager stand there waiting for a reply.

"Ms. Swan is it?" Regina said casually and sarcastically.

"I thought you might have forgotten about me." Emma said.

"How could I forget the one person who insulted me in front of her house?"

"I did not insult you. You just couldn't take what I said, and you smoke?"

"I believe that is none of your business."

"It's obviously there right in front of me, besides that's boring any way."

"Boring? What is that supposed to mean?"

"Wait for me outside and you'll find out."

"And why would I do that?"

"Because you asked."

Regina walked out of the store without another reply to Emma. Emma quickly rang up her items and ran outside to find the teacher smoking.

"Can I call you Regina?" Emma asked.

"Call me whatever you like. You're not my student anymore." Emma paused in happiness because she thought it would be embarrassing to call her by her sir name.

"Could I bum a cigarette from you, Regina?"

Regina brought out her pack and popped one out for Emma to grab. "Do you have a light?" Regina pulled out her lighter and handed it to Emma.

"I thought cigarettes were boring to you?" Regina asked.

"I recall blow smoke in your face yesterday when you were at my door step. Besides it doesn't mean I don't smoke them. My friend has my pack."

Regina took two steps toward Emma with her cigarette in hand. "So what is boring about this Ms. Swan?"

"Where's your car?" Emma asked. Regina pointed to her car with a nod of her head.

"Let's go." Emma said walking to her car.

The blonde and brunette got in the vehicle and started driving. "Where am I headed to?"

"The bridge, I go there all the time."

"Aren't there a bunch of junkies that hang around that area?"

"We don't have to get out of the car madam." The car was silent the rest of the way to the bridge until Regina parked the car. Emma reached into her bag and pulled out a smaller bag. When she unzipped it Regina complained "That smells like a skunk."

"So then why are we here if you're just going to complain?"

Regina paused and questioned herself. "I don't know why I'm here."

"Do you not have a fancy dinner to go to on a Friday night?"

"I stick to myself."

"Wow even your family shunned you?"

"No family to be shunned from."

Emma finished packing a bowl of weed into her piece. "Ever tried it before?" Emma said handing it to Regina. She flicked the last of her cigarette out of the window and held the piece in her hand. "Hold it up to your lips, light it, and suck it in, than hold it." Regina did as told and made a disgusted face while holding in the smoke and handed the piece to Emma.

Emma laughed at her face and Regina blew out the smoke coughing her lungs out. "Gosh that is horrid." Regina said.

"You need more; you're not going to feel anything just from that." Emma said while lighting up for herself.