Car Breakdown AU
Prompt from queenoflocksley on tumblr: OQ + Person A's car breaks down on the side of the road and person B drives the tow truck that's coming for A
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Fine, she really should have taken her car to a mechanic by now - that much Regina is willing to admit.
But, honestly, shouldn't there be more than one tow truck driver in this town?
It's the third time in as many months that the unreliable engine has malfunctioned and left her stranded on the side of the road, or in the middle of traffic, or - the worst one yet - in the driveway of her parents' mansion, condemning her suffer through Cora's offers of getting her a new, decent, car if she couldn't afford one (bonus half an hour of thinly veiled judgement and superiority after family dinner).
And each time it's been him to rescue.
With the same insufferable smirk and the same distracting British accent and the same annoyingly built body.
Regina watches through the rearview mirror as he slowly approaches down the road, breathes in for strength as he parks in front of her and exits the truck.
"Alas, we meet again," is the first thing he says after she lowers the window between them. "I'm starting to wonder if perhaps you want your car breaking down every other week."
"What?" she asks, narrowing her eyes. "Why would Iwant that?"
"Oh, I can think of a reason," Robin tells her and see? That smile he's displaying, that's exactly what she'd meant by insufferable smirk.
Regina raises a brow. "Don't get fanciful. Driving a tow truck isn't exactly a rescue with a white horse," she tells him, and then, for good measure, "and you're certainly no prince charming."
He's still smiling at her, though, skin crinkled near his eyes. "No, I wouldn't dream of suggesting that."
She pushes the lever to open the hood on the car, and then gets out to watch (wait, not watch, wait)while he checks out whatever's wrong with her vehicle this time.
The smoke coming out of her engine distracts him for a minute and when he looks up at her, his jaw drops visibly and his eyes go wide. Regina follows the gaze he doesn't bother to disguise as he takes in her blue dress all the way down to her high heels.
When he meets her eyes again, it's with a half-embarrassed smile. He shakes his head as if to shake away a thought and bites his lower lip, looking down at her car.
"I'll have to see what I can do about that white horse," he says more to himself than to her.
Well. Maybe that one smirk isn't quite as insufferable, Regina thinks as she smiles privately to herself too.
