Emma was sitting behind her desk, working on some paperwork, when she got a ping from her computer. Surprised, she looked over at the screen. It was a message from that Singlebrooke site she'd signed up for a week earlier. To her minor disappointment, nobody had contacted her on it. (Ruby had gotten Belle to rig it so that nobody but Regina could see Emma's profile, but Emma wasn't to know that) Frankly, she'd mostly forgotten about the website. Curious, Emma clicked on the alert, opening up a window with a message in it.
'Hello, RedKnight.' It read. 'Your profile is certainly...interesting.' Emma raised an eyebrow. That sounded familiar, though she couldn't quite place it. 'You work as a "sort of janitor"? What exactly does that entail? I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. I am in my late thirties, with a job that frankly causes quite a bit of stress. If you're a "sort of janitor", then I suppose I could be considered an architect of sorts. At any rate, I am a woman if you couldn't tell from my screen name (a friend hacked my account and I can't figure out how to change it at the moment) I do cook and clean, and I find something soothing in tending plants, particularly trees. Like you, I get most of my exercise dashing about, often times when I wasn't planning on running in the first place. I hope I have succeeded in piquing your interest rather than scaring you away. If you're interested in talking, either as potential date material or even merely as friends, please reply at your earliest connivence. If you're not, please have the courtesy to reply quickly anyway so I will not waste any more of your time. Sincerely DoctorMissy.'
Emma leaned back in her chair, surprised. She hadn't expected a reply from another woman. Admittedly she hadn't bothered to say that she was straight, but that was simply because she hadn't thought about it. Now that she was though, it did raise the question of whether she was straight. Obviously she was attracted to men, but that didn't necessarily mean she wasn't attracted to women too. It was just that, for some reason, no women had ever really expressed an interest. Well, Elsa had admired her a few times, but Emma was pretty sure she'd heard the younger woman muttering "Don't cheat on Anna, don't cheat on Anna." under her breath whenever she did so. Frankly, Emma didn't want to know what exactly that meant. Shaking her head, Emma refocused on the message from DoctorMissy. Frankly, Emma was interested. She'd caught herself staring at Ruby before the curse broke a few times, and at Regina...well, a lot of times if she was honest with herself. If it hadn't been for Marian getting put on display by Evil!Regina when she and Hook visited the past, Emma would have had a hard time tearing herself away from watching the older woman because, well, leather pants. Fortunately, her sense of indignation at impending homicide had overruled her perverted side, and tainted the memory of Regina in leather pants enough that Emma didn't catch herself fantasizing about them very often.
But, back to the message. Emma read it again, frowning. The tone and word choice were really familiar, but she just couldn't place it. She shrugged it off, shelving the issue for the moment, then nodded and began typing her positive response. The paperwork could wait.