At the Enchanted Forest Emma and Killian are in a booth in the back. They have ordered and are waiting for their food.

"I know people call you Hook, but do you prefer it?" Emma asks rather quickly. Emma fiddles with her hands under the table.

"Whatever floats your boat, babe." He says indifferently. Babe? Really? As if love wasn't bad enough.

"Well… yeah, but what do you like? This isn't about me," Emma says shocked. Why won't he answer the damned question? Its not overly personal. Is it? No it can't be.

"Emma I really don't care," he says annoyed. She raises her eyebrows. What the hell is up with him?

"Fine, Hook." she says. She searches his face for a reaction, but nothing. This is too weird.

"Did you learn any cool tricks in juvy?" Killian asks then he winks. Emma clenches her jaw. The nerve of this boy.

"I didn't go to juvy and you know it because I told you that. If you are going to act like this, then I would like to go home," Emma orders. Killian's face falls. She starts to collect her things and he holds out his hand and stops her.

"Emma, please don't go," he begs. Emma stops and adjusts her glasses.

"Why? So you can be vague? So you can call me babe? For future reference that is worse than love. Or, so you can be rude and ask pointless questions? I thought you were a nice guy, boy was I wrong." Emma snaps at him. She immediately regrets saying that. Killian looks like he has been slapped in the face.

"No, and you have every right to leave. I am sorry I just have no idea what to do." He says as he stares at his hands on the table. What the hell did that mean? Why is he being so weird? He was so normal when they did the interview… what changed? Emma reaches across the table and places her hand under his chin. She slowly brings his head up, so she can see his face. She takes her hand away.

"What do you mean you have no idea what to do?" She asks softly.

"I haven't dated anyone since Milah and I just freaked out. I got nervous and started acting like a real jerk. I shouldn't have said those things. I promise I am actually a nice guy," He grovels in his thick accent. This is a date. Oh god. So this isn't a just friends thing. Does she like him like that? Of course she does, she's just been denying all night. In hindsight she has been denying it longer than that. She spent an hour on her outfit. You don't spend an hour on an outfit of someone you don't like.

"I know you are. Which is why your behavior was so off-putting," Emma says and Killians face lights up.

"I really am sorry. Can you forgive me?" Killian asks desperately, hope glimmering in his eyes.

"Of course. How about you relax and we start over?" Emma asks with a smile.

"Yes please, I have no clue what came over me," he says with a sigh of relief. His shoulders seem to release their tension.

"Its not a problem. I was actually really nervous about tonight. I changed my outfit like at least ten times." They both laugh at this.

"Well, you look great," he says. He takes a sip from his drink.

"Thank you, Hook." She says with a smile. He cringes. Finally a reaction! She waits for him to say something.

"Please don't call me that," he says as he sets his drink down.

"What, you don't like being called Hook?" she teases him. he laughs.

"Actually, most of the time I do, but when that came out of your mouth just sounded weird."

"I agree. It's weird to call you Hook. Killian suits you," Emma says while gazing at him.

"That sounds so much better," He says with a sigh of relief. The waiter comes out with their food. They both attack the pasta dishes they ordered. The eat for a few minutes without saying a word. Emma breaks the silence when she notices some pasta sauce on Killian's chin.

"You got a little something on your chin," Emma says as she points to her own chin. He picks up his napkin and wipes his chin. He missed it and proceed to smear it across his chin.

"Nope, you missed it. Actually you made it worse." Emma says in between laughs.

"Well I can't see it, can I?" Killian asks exasperated. Emma dips her thumb in her water glass. She leans across the table to wipe his chin. She places her thumb on his chin. He moves and kisses her thumb. She gasps and draws her thumb back. She blushes.

"Did you get it?" He asks in a low voice.

"Nope, entirely missed it," Emma says like she is out of breath. She leans over again and wipes it away.

"Got it," she whispers. He smiles. Why was she so turned on by that? He kissed her thumb. A thumb isn't sexy. She shakes the feeling off and continues eating.

"You got to ask me a lot of questions the other day. Is it fair if I ask some questions?" He asks with a raised eyebrow. Emma nods.

"Do you know what you want to do after high school?" He asks.

"Well I want to go to college for journalism. After that I might work in a big city at some awesome magazine. Hopefully one day cover the biggest stories," Emma says.

"Thats quite a plan. Most kids our age, including myself, don't have a damned clue," he says with a chuckle.

"You don't know what you want to do?" Emma inquires.

"Not really. I know some colleges have begun to scout me for college, but beyond that I have no clue." Emma's eyes widen with surprise.

"Which colleges?"

"Connecticut and Ohio State," He says as he scratches his chin.

"You don't sound too enthusiastic about that. Do you not want to play football?" Emma asks as she once again pushes her glasses up.

"No I do. I love football. I really do. I just don't know if I want to do it the rest of my life," He says with a sigh.

"I'm sure you will figure it out," Emma says with a smile.

"So here we are talking about me again, when I wanted to get to know you better. I am terrible, just terrible, at conversation," He says as he runs his hand through his thick, black hair.

"Don't worry about it. I'm just brilliant at deflecting," Emma says with a smile.

"Okay, but you can't deflect for the rest of the night. I'm watching you," Killian teases. Emma raises her hands in mock surrender.

"No deflecting. I promise."

"What do you like to do in your spare time?"

"Read, watch tv, and I occasionally write," Emma says as she plays with a strand of her hair.

"Occasionally? You are in newspaper."

"I mean fiction pieces." Killian raises his eyebrows.

"Oh really? Do you want to write fiction as well as be a journalist?" He asks surprised.

"No… yes, well I don't know yet," Emma says as her eyebrows furrow. They continue on like this for the rest of the night. At the end of the meal he pays and she protests, but lets him. They walk out to the Jolly Roger. Killian starts to pat his pockets. He looks worried.

"You alright?" Emma asks.

"Yes, love. I think I left my keys in the booth. Wait here I'll be right back." She nods and he jogs back into the restaurant. A cold fall breeze bites at her ankles. She wraps her jacket around her tighter, hoping to keep the wind out and the body heat in. She leans against the Jolly Roger. She wishes Killian would hurry up.

She hears a noise come from the alley. She stands up straight. A tall dark figure comes out of the alley. Neal. He is wearing a dirty, grimy blue hoodie, mud stained jeans, and sneakers. Emma freezes where she stands. Her mind starts racing. What the hell is he doing here? Why would he come back?

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