Emma walked into the town meeting and was surprised to see all the citizens who showed up without being forced to attend against their will because they were deputy (like Emma).
She was drawn out of her pouting by a familiar voice.
"Emma!" Mary Margaret cried as she threw her arms around her friend.
"It's only been a few weeks," David started.
"But it feels like much longer," Emma finished.
"I hear you're the deputy." Snow said, encouraging Emma to speak.
"Yeah," Emma replied, pointing to her badge. "A lot's happened. But it looks like that's the case for you as well."
"I'm working at the animal shelter and Mary Margaret's a teacher," David stated.
"I'm training to be a teacher," Mary Margaret clarified. "But I did fill in as a substitute the other day. Actually, I talked to that boy of yours. He's real sweet."
"Yeah," Emma smiled softly.
"So, what about the rest of your…family?"
"I…uh…" Emma started.
"Family?" David asked.
Are you alright, Emma? Mary Margaret asked, concerned.
"I have to go to the bathroom," Emma blurted out before rushing off.
She splashed some water on her face and took a few deep breaths. She was okay, she told herself. No need to panic. No danger. She reached for a paper towel, but there were
none, so she simply shook her hands, flinging water droplets all over the woman behind her who had just stepped out of the stall.
A panicked Emma spun around to face Regina.
Regina's brown eyes burned with a rage that chilled Emma's bones and made her want to run. But there was something else in her eyes that held Emma close. Something so unlikely that Emma thought she had misunderstood at first, until Regina grabbed the collar of Emma's red leather jacket and pulled her close, pressing their lips together in a heat of passion. Her lips tasted like watermelon flavored bubble gum. Her tongue traced over the back of Emma's front teeth and the roof of her mouth. Then it all ended as Regina pulled away, slightly horrified with what she had done, and reactivated her Madame Mayor.
"Don't act like this changes anything, Miss Swan" Regina growled, leaving Emma alone in the bathroom.
Emma placed the tips of her fore and index fingers on her lips, feeling where Regina had kissed her. Her mind was too preoccupied with the sensation of Regina's kiss that she hardly noticed that Regina had forgotten to tell her to enjoy something.
After a few minutes, Emma exited the bathroom and rejoined Mary Margaret and David who were listening to the Mayor talk about the terrors of vandalism, something about tax revenue, and the safety of the children of Storybrooke.
"Are you wearing lipstick?" Mary Margaret asked Emma in a whisper.
"Huh?" Emma asked, confused. But then she saw the red on her fingers and understood that it had come from Regina's lips.
"It's all smudged," Mary Margaret pointed out. "Here, let me get that." She pulled a napkin out of her purse and tried to wipe Emma's lips, but Emma leaned away.
"It's fine. Really." Emma wiped some more of it away with the back of her hand.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm fine," Emma promised. Mary Margaret didn't look convinced, but she let Emma be and turned back to face the speaker.