So funny thing: when an ex is being rude to you and you have a new person in your life, watch out. New person may go after old person.

Emma looked excitedly at her phone as it beeped indicating that she had gotten a text. The day was boring, and it would be wonderful to be able to talk to her girlfriend.

Instead, it was a text from a number that Emma didn't think she would ever see again. They had called things off because of his family not approving of her. Apparently you could do better than a girl that had spent her life running on the streets.

Not that she blamed him. He had said all of the right things, gaining her love and trust, and then had dumped her like she had meant nothing to him for the past 6 months. Emma ran as far away from him as possible, but she had forgotten that she had the same phone that she had then.

"Are you okay?" David asked, setting a coffee on her desk. "You're staring at your phone."

Emma jumped. "Sorry. I'm fine. Thanks for the coffee; I'm probably going to need it. Bit of a boring day so far."

"It's always a boring day," David said, sitting down heavily in his chair. "Welcome to Storybrooke."

Emma chuckled before jumping as her phone beeped again. This time it was who she wanted to talk to. "I'm going to have to run out for a little bit. The Queen is calling."

"Well, it would be rude to ignore a queen," David said. "Best get going."

"Hey there," Regina said as Emma slid into the other side of the booth. "I thought that you had forgotten about our lunch."

"I just got distracted," Emma said. "Sorry."

Regina examined Emma skeptically. "Are you okay? Something seems off."

"You're the second person that's asked me that today," Emma said. "I'm fine. Just having a really boring day."

Regina pursed her lips. "Do I get the truth now?"

"That was the truth," Emma said. She jumped again as her phone beeped. He always did have the worst timing.

"You just jumped because of your phone beeping, a sound that usually doesn't bother you," Regina said. "So. The truth please."

Emma sighed. "I haven't gotten a new phone since I left New York and I have an ex that's texting me."

"Was this person before or after Neal?" Regina asked.

"After," Emma said. "I had an apartment and everything with my job. Figured it was time to go out into the dating scene and met him."

"You weren't seeing anyone when Henry brought you here," Regina said thoughtfully. "So what happened?"

"He invited me to dinner to meet his parents, and they weren't too keen on the idea that their son was dating someone who had spent more time on the streets as a child then being educated in proper table etiquette," Emma said, rolling her eyes.

Regina laughed. "And he broke up with you after that? That's utterly ridiculous."

Emma shrugged. "I got as far away from him as possible. The apartment that I bought in New York was as far away as I could get without losing my job. I wasn't about to lose that for him."

"So, he's texting you?" Regina asked.

Emma nodded. "He must have realized that he had my number still and thought that he would try it."

"You should respond," Regina said. "It would be lovely to see his reaction when you tell him how happy and successful that you are now."

"I can't tell him anything," Emma said. "I live in a town that normal people don't know about, and that is full of fairytale characters from another land. Not to mention that I'm the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, and I'm dating the former Evil Queen. Definitely sounds sane."

Regina rolled her eyes. "There's no reason to be dramatic. Have you even read what he's said to you yet?"

"No," Emma said sheepishly. "I didn't want to see what he had to say."

"That's the first step," Regina said. "Read what he had to say."

"Fine," Emma huffed, pulling out her phone. She looked at the messages and groaned. "He wants to meet somewhere since we haven't seen each other in a while."

"See where and when," Regina said.

"What?" Emma asked in surprise. "No way. I don't want to do that."

"Set it up," Regina said. "You won't be the one going."

"No," Emma said. "You are not going to meet him. No way."

"You want him to go away, and I can do that," Regina said. "Trust me. There isn't magic in the outside world so I can't do a lot of harm to him. Let me do this, or don't. Either way I'll still find him."

"Fine," Emma said, handing her phone to Regina. "But behave. He may be an ass, but it was his mother that ruined everything."

Regina shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me."

Regina walked into the restaurant, fully confident in her slim-fitted dress. This man was going down.

She instantly knew who he was, not only just because of his aura of arrogance but also because of the text on Emma's phone that indicated what table and seat that he would be at. She walked over and sat down in front of him, ignoring his face of surprise.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I believe you have the wrong table."

"You're Matthew Williams are you not?" Regina asked, folding her hands neatly in front of her.

"Uh yes," Matthew said. "But I'm not entirely sure who you are. I'm supposed to be meeting an old friend of mine here."

"By the name of Emma Swan," Regina said. "I'm well aware of who you're meeting and I'm here on her behalf."

"On her behalf," Matthew said slowly. "What does that mean?"

"That she doesn't want to see you," Regina said. "I'm her girlfriend, and would appreciate it if you would stop contacting her. Otherwise I'm sure the police would love to meet you as well."

Matthew sat in shock as Regina stood up and walked out. Her job had been done.

"And he just sat there?" Emma asked, laughing.

Regina nodded. "His mouth was just hanging open. It was quite annoying. I don't think you're missing out on anything to be honest."

Emma smiled before leaning over to kiss Regina. "I know I'm not. I have you."