Three years later

Emma sat nervously on her friend's had met Mary Margret a year before and they became best friends instantly, moving in together so they could have extra time to gossip. But Mary Margret had recently moved in with her fiance, which led to Emma sitting on their couch waiting for them to get ready to go out to dinner.

"Okay," Emma turned and saw Mary Margret and her fiance, David, walk out of their room, "We're ready."

"I'm glad some of us are," Emma muttered as she stood up, still nervous.

"Emma, I know you didn't want to come on this double date. And I truly understand given you don't know the guy, but I promise you will have a great time. I mean, the guy is super good looking, he's funny, and he has an accent. Trust me, you'll love him, right David?"

"Sure," her fiance said.

"How do I know you're not setting me up with a weirdo who likes to sniff hair?"

"Listen Emma," David began, "He's my friend's younger brother. I've known them both since we started the bar together four years ago."

"Fine," Emma said, giving in, "Can we just get this over with?"

Smiling at the two of them, Mary Margret said, "Lets do this."

Once they got to the restaurant, David told the hostess about their reservation and they were led to a table where there was already a dark haired man sitting. When the man turned to face them, Emma was frozen in her tracks. "This can't be happening," she whispered.

Hearing her, Mary Margret locked arms with Emma and forced their way to their table. "Please just make it through dinner."

When Emma sat down next to her date, she could see the giant grin on his face from the corner of her eyes. "Hello darling, how have you been since we last saw each other?"

Before she had a chance to yell at him, Mary Margret cut in. "You two know each other?"

"Aye, we had one steamy night three years back," Killian said as he rested his hand on Emma's leg and squeezed.

"No we didn't. It was one kiss."

"But believe me, it could have been so much more."

"Please, I only kissed you because it was the only way to steal your money."

"Wait, you're the one who stole all the money from the bar?" David asked.

"In my defense, that was before when I had to steal to survive, before I met... him... and then Mary Margret. She helped me turn my life around."

"Emma..." Mary Margret began.

"No, this jackass thinks he's all that, but I don't want to deal with my past tonight."

Emma stood up and walked out of the restaurant, leaving the rest of her party looking after her.