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She had attended to a concert once. It featured Sheryl Crow, an all-time favorite of both her and Daniel. The two would spend countless afternoons bonding together over the singer's songs. "Soak Up the Sun", for example, was an absolute favorite.

So when the rare opportunity of Sheryl Crow coming to perform live at Gillette Stadium (located close to where she and Daniel lived, in Foxborough, Massachusetts) arose, Regina was overjoyed. She begged her mother every single day for permission to go, but it was to no avail. Cora, being Cora, didn't allow it, for fear that such a trip would cause too much of a distraction from her daughter's studies.

But Daniel however, being the kind and sympathetic man he was, had bought Regina two tickets and presented them to her in secret, telling her that he would drive the both of them himself in his father's old pickup truck for the night. Regina was beyond delighted and touched that he would do such a thing. In addition, she was especially excited about the prospect of having a real date with her beloved outside of town.

So when the night came, the two of them stole away from Regina's house the moment her mother was asleep. They arrived just in time, seated at the perfect spot in the stadium. The brunette was simply over the moon with happiness. She clung onto Daniel and sung the words to every single song whilst bobbing her body up and down to the beat.

"Did you know when you go

It's the perfect ending

To the bad day I'd gotten used to spending

When you go all I know is

You're my favorite mistake…"

Such were the lyrics of another favorite. And that's what they were at that time. They were just simple lyrics like any other song speaking of a lost lover. But little did Regina know that they would become much, much more. They would become the reality.

The cabin lights flicker back on and Regina is jolted awake by a flood of light that invades the darkness of her closed lids. Groaning, she peeks one eye open and then the other, wincing at how bright it is. Too bright. At first she is slightly disoriented until the man underneath her begins to shift, groaning his own way out of sleep and coming to at a leisurely pace. He lifts his arms, about to stretch upward but accidentally smacks Regina in the process.

"Watch it with those burly arms of yours," Regina scolds, swatting his arms from her face.

"Well, good morning to you, too," Robin says with a yawn, continuing to stretch. He props himself up on his elbows and glances out the window. Outside, the sky has begun to take on a pinkish color, the stars having faded into the background. The clouds below take on the same color as the sky, pink and fluffy like cotton candy. "Beautiful isn't it?", Robin comments.

"Mm," Regina mutters, rubbing at her eyes and smoothing her hair. "It's called a sunrise."

Robin rolls his eyes, smirking at the tired brunette. "Sounds like someone needs some coffee."

"I don't drink coffee," Regina argues for the sake of arguing. "Not regularly."

"So when what would you prefer, milady?"

"Tea. And will you stop calling me that?"

Robin laughs, shaking his head amusingly. "You aren't a morning person, are you?"

Regina rolls her eyes. "Another secret you had yet to uncover about me. Congratulations, Mr. Locksley."

"Mm, thank you. And as much as I'm enjoying this morning banter, the attendants are coming around with breakfast. Perhaps you should make your way back to your seat."

"Are you kicking me out?"

"No, it's just so that they don't confuse the orders."

Regina nods incredulously. "Yeah, sure."

"Unless you'd like to stay."

"I don't know. I'd probably best be going," Regina says, thinking of Emma, "I still have someone to talk to."

"By that someone, do you mean Emma?"

Regina nods. "I'm still mildly pissed that she brought that detail of my past up."

"I don't mind. Like I said, it's nice to know every little detail about you. That is, if it doesn't sound too creepy."

"Robin," Regina sighs, "We fucked in the bathroom on an aircraft, en route to England. Nothing gets weirder than that."

"There are worse stories," Robin reassures, "Believe me."

Regina shakes her head. "Regardless, it has been weird for me. A true first."

"Honestly, I second that."

The brunette smirks slightly. "I still have no clue as to what we are doing here."

"I still have no clue as to what you are doing here," Robin says as a matter-of-factly. "You've never even told me why you are on this flight to begin with."

"Indeed I haven't," Regina sighs, her features suddenly dropping. The moment she breaks her gaze from Robin, is the moment the man knows immediately that this is a sign of something not at all favorable. He knows now, very well, that her break of eye contact is a preface for something somber and distressing to surface.

"Does this trip concern the big secret about your past you seem to be hiding?", Robin asks gently.

Regina shakes her head once again, shrugging. "It's not that it's a secret. It's just that it hurts to talk about."

She knows that she will never get this man off her back until she reveals everything. She's unwilling to do so, yet deep down inside, she knows that there is this desire present that burns with the need to get this vital information off her chest. And she knows that he knows about said desire as well. Perhaps that is why he is pushing so relentlessly. Perhaps he is the one who wants to lift the burden of the past. Isn't that what he has been getting at when he said he wished to not repeat the past? But for now, she will settle with the simplest explanation she can muster. After all, it is far too early in the morning for courage.

"I'm simply going on a vacation," Regina offers with a nonchalant shrug.

But the man reads right into her, noticing the way the brunette still doesn't meet his gaze.

"I don't think so," Robin states gently. She narrows her eyes at him, eyebrows furrowing closely together. "I don't think that's the whole story."

Regina turns her head away stubbornly. "That's all I'm going to tell you for now," she states firmly.

"All right," Robin sighs, "For now."

A blonde attendant arrives beside the suite before any further conversation can erupt. She places a tray containing two thick, fluffy Belgian waffles and strawberries, a few slices of bacon, and a bagel with salmon pâté spread.

"Are you with him, ma'am?" the blonde asks, politely addressing Regina.

The brunette shakes her head. "No," she answers, "I'll be returning to my seat shortly in the second aisle." The blonde nods and heads off in the direction from whence she came.

"I think that's my cue to go," Regina sighs, straightening her wrinkled blouse and patting down her hair.

"I think so too," Robin replies somewhat solemnly. He tries to shrug it away. "It's okay," he adds, "I have a new collection of poems that I should work on anyway."

"Really?", Regina asks, raising a brow, genuinely intrigued. The man nods, smirking slightly. "How many poems are going to be in it?"

"I'm shooting for a collection of thirty. That's my go-to number at the moment."

"How many do you have so far?", Regina inquires with a tilt of her head.

"Twenty-eight," Robin answers, grinning at her, "I'm close."

"Wonderful. What are the last two going to be about?"

The man shrugs. "I don't know. I have yet to figure that out. I'm a little stuck at the moment."

A smirk appears on Regina's lips suddenly. It's mischievous, seductive, and furtive all at once…very alluring. She shrugs a shoulder. "Well," she states rather boldly, "You could always write one about me."

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