Neal opened his eyes, yawning quietly. He looked down at the sleeping blonde in his arms and smiled, playing with her hair.
"Neal?" Emma mumbled, waking up and looking at her boyfriend. "Let's just stay home today. I'm tired."
Neal chuckled and planted a sweet kiss on her forehead. "You'll wake up soon, dear. We need to eat, remember?"
Emma sleepily grabbed a bag of Doritos and held it up. "Here. Breakfast is served."
Neal chuckled and pulled the blonde up, getting grumbles and complaints in return. "You can eat the chips if you want, but I'm craving cinnamon buns."
Emma rolled her eyes and pulled her hair back, making a messy ponytail with her well-worn hair elastic. "Alright. I'm up. Let's go."
The two snuck over to the bakery nearby and grabbed an entire tray of cinnamon buns, breaking into a sprint as the employees yelled out in surprise.
"Mm, these are good–ow! Hot! Hot!"
"Well of course they're hot, doofus," Emma teased. "They just came out of the oven!"
The thieves were almost home clear, when suddenly a bystander lunged forward and grabbed Emma. Neal screamed her name as the person delivered her to the manager, who was panting and out of breath from the chase.
"Neal run!" Emma exclaimed as the manager pulled her to the police station.
"No! Emma!" Neal tried to go after her, but eventually lost them.
"You were right babe…" Neal mumbled, tears pricking his eyes. "We should've stayed at home…"