"Emma! Welcome back, I'm so glad you made it!" Mary Margaret Nolan rushed over as Emma entered the reception area and wrapped her in a hug. Emma, although taken aback at first, promptly returned the hug. It was nice to be received so warmly.

As Mary led her through the door, into the hallway, she rambled on about something. Emma wasn't paying attention. She was too distracted trying to figure out what the stale, chalky smell that hung in the air was.

There were seven doors with large windows in the hallway. Each time they passed a door, Emma turned her head to look inside. Five of the rooms were occupied by studio members, ranging from grade schoolers to adults.

Emma recognized they were practicing ballet in a few of the rooms. She wasn't that uncultured. She didn't recognize the other types of dance.

Each room had mirrors on three of the four walls, giving the illusion that the building was much larger than it actually was. "The group in the last room had brought home first place from a regional championship," Mary boasted as they passed the last door. Emma, still lost in her thoughts, only half heard and muttered appreciation.

At the end of the hall, there was a steel grating that opened up to a platform. An elevator?

Emma turned to Mary. "There's another floor? It didn't look so big from the outside."

"Uh-huh, the floor downstairs has bigger practice spaces, so our largest classes are down there. By the way, if the elevator takes too long, there's a stairway in there." Mary pointed at the nearest door. Then she pressed a button to open the door and they stepped inside.

She continued a story she'd been telling earlier about how one time a girl on the regional championship team left her outfit at home and the competition was 3 hours away and it was a disaster and they ended up having to beg another team to borrow one and… Emma wasn't really interested but she pretended to be.

A short ride later, the doors reopened to what Emma could only describe as, well… a grand ballroom. The ceiling was twenty feet high and there was a large chandelier hanging from the center. The room was a perfect square, and the walls had to be at least 100 feet across, with electric sconces hanging every few feet. The floors were made of solid polished Maplewood. There were thick wooden bars secured along one of the walls, set horizontally about a foot away from the wall itself. Finally, there were wooden tables placed around the perimeter; each had four chairs with red velvet cushions. Whoever built this place did a good job creating atmosphere. The only thing that might have been out of place was a set of metal lockers next to the elevator, but even those were finished to look like wood.

Emma gawked for a good fifteen second before she spoke. "Wow, this is… how did you manage to put all of this together? It must have cost a fortune!"

"Well, David, my husband," Mary beamed, "is the son of the CEO of RozenCorp. This was his way of making an impression."

"An impression?"

"For our first anniversary he got me," she raised her arms to present the room, "this under my house."

Jesus, thought Emma, how were you not scared away by a stunt like that?

"Wait what? You live here? How in the world did you not notice construction going on under your own house?" Emma asked, incredulously.

"Well, it's where I grew up. My parents left it for me before they passed…" she paused for a moment, solemnly. "But anyway, there's a whole section of this building that serves as my living space. When I was 22, I had the rooms redone and got the studio up and running. I met David a year later, and six months after that I was invited to teach a seminar in England. I left David in charge, and just like that, he made all this happen."

"Wow, you must be really well known then." Emma was genuinely impressed with Mary, but was still stuck on the fact that a guy would do something so grand without an ulterior motive. The whole situation just sounded crazy. But whatever, as long as they were happy, it wasn't her business.

"Yeah. Nice thing about being an instructor is you don't get a lot of unwanted public attention, but if you're recognized within the circle, you get great opportunities like those."

Emma glanced at the clock. 6:25PM. She'd been so caught up talking to Mary that she didn't realize how many people had come in.

Mary raised her eyes to see what Emma was looking at. "Oh! Dear, it's almost time, isn't it?"

"Seems so. You teaching class tonight?"

"Not tonight. But I'll stay down here for a bit in case you have any questions."

Emma's face showed a look of disappointment. Mary had been amazing to her from the moment they met, and Emma could tell she was the sort of person you could really depend on to take care of you. But she'd have to go this one without her.

She forced a smile, but Mary had already seen her initial reaction. She put a gentle hand on Emma's shoulder and said, "Relax, Mr. Jones- he prefers Killian- doesn't bite. I'll warn you though, he's a huge flirt. Just don't take his advances seriously."

Guys teach dancing, huh? Shows what I know.

Mary continued, "If he bothers you let me know and I promise you… he won't do it again." She emphasized that last bit with a rigid tone that took Emma by surprise. Well, she's a lovely woman, but it might be wise to stay on her good side.

Mary excused herself and made her way around the area. Emma stayed back and surveyed the room. A few people were doing warm-ups, while others were in a state of deep concentration, dancing with no one. Emma assumed they were going over whatever they learned on Monday, but she couldn't help but laugh to herself. They looked really silly.

She recognized a few faces; she'd seen them around town or spoken with them about the crime spree. She even saw Mr. Primblush, which surprised her. He didn't seem like the type who'd go out and do something so socially interactive. Emma decided to wait until later to re-introduce herself. That way, she could at least make idle conversation if she got bored.

Two minutes until class started, and there was still no sign of this "Killian". She didn't even know who she was waiting for, but she assumed she'd know when he walked in.

"For someone whose job it is to investigate and research, it's interesting that you're not prepared. Then again, I shouldn't be surprised."

Emma bristled. She recognized that smug, sultry voice. She'd just heard it for the first time not too long ago, anyway, and she wouldn't forget the bitter feeling associated with it anytime soon.

"Prepared for what?" She said flatly, turning to face the owner of the voice. She ignored the slight.

"Your shoes. They're not the kind you use for tango. The only thing they're good for is slowing your partner down." The mayor of Storybrooke stood sumptuously, wearing black slacks, a scarlet-colored blouse, and "tango shoes", open toed high heels that were fitted to her foot and strapped at the ankle. Of course, Emma thought exasperatingly, Regina would dress like it was a special occasion.

Emma wasn't going to let this ruin her ballroom dancing experience. It was meant to help her escape from a stressful lifestyle, not add to it. And Mary was such a sweetheart. She couldn't give up because of one person in the class without at least giving it a good try. She just had to avoid the drama.

Regina wasn't finished. "The internet has made finding information very easy. Take 5 minutes out of your day and you won't look so foolish."

"Look- thank you- Madam Mayor. I have a very demanding job, and honestly, I don't care if I look foolish. I would have figured it out at some point anyway-"

"I'm telling you now."

"As I was saying, I'm a busy woman and I don't need to study every single thing I do."

"My, aren't we getting defensive. I'm just trying to help you lead a more structured life. Take it or leave it." Regina narrowed her eyes. "Let me tell you though, my dear- you don't know what busy is. Even being here is part of my job. I don't do it for fun."

"Why then?"

"I do several community activities. It's what's expected of me. I mingle with the people, so I can get to know them on a personal level, as acquaintances." Emma swore she heard Regina mutter, "Not like I need real friends," under her breath.

No real friends? Gee, I wonder why.

"I have very little free time," Regina continued, "but I've got my life where I want it to be. I set a good example, one which you could take to heart."

Emma opened her mouth to tell Regina that she could set an example by shutting up and being nice, then maybe she'd have some friends, when a voice boomed from behind, startling her.

"ALL RIGHT class. I have arrived, so Let. Us. BEGIN!" He clapped his hands on each of the last three syllables for emphasis.

The clock now read 6:35PM. That wasn't terribly late, but she still expected the teacher to be on time, if not early. She had hoped to meet him before class, anyway, but that moment passed. Oh well, Mary was still there, so she could help get Emma acquainted with everyone. She looked for Mary and didn't see her. Nevermind, looks like she's gone.

She was relieved to see that Regina hadn't hung around, but had stridden halfway across the room. Emma realized she was still holding her things, so she stashed them into an available locker and found a place to stand nearby. All the females stood on one side of the room, and all the males on the other. Of the 40-odd attendees, the majority were women, so Killian chose eight of the more experienced ladies to get on the other side.

"All right. Before we get to the technique… I understand we have a newcomer today." He flourished his hands in Emma's direction. This guy has way too much enthusiasm, thought Emma as she smiled and stepped forward. He put emphasis on every other word, probably to avoid sounding boring. Well, it worked. "Your name, love?"

"Emma Swan." She waved her hand though the air, almost a salute. "Nice to meet you all." She looked at Killian and nodded as if to say "that's all". Mike and a few other people smiled and waved back.

"OK! 'Follows', find a lead. Ms. Swan, I'll have you pair with me first, and I'll give you a short rundown of the basics. Form a circle around the room with your partners!" Emma figured out easily enough that he meant "one side of the room get a partner from the other side". He placed Emma's left hand on his right shoulder and held her right hand in his left, out to the side. "Basic walks, begin!" He pulled a remote control out of his pocket and clicked a button. Moderately paced music started to play from the walls and ceiling. Wow, they've even got built in surround sound.

"I assume I'm the follower?" Emma asked him, bringing the conversation to a more personal level.

"Yes, and it's 'follow'. Don't dwell too much on it," he answered.

"And the lead-"

"-is called the lead because he… leads."

"Fair enough."

"Traditionally, the lead is male, but we work with what we've got. It's not uncommon to see pairs of the same gender. As you progress, you'll learn how to be both; it makes you better all around."

Mr. Killian, as Emma would secretly call him from now on, put away the remote and placed his hand on Emma's waist. His expression changed from lively enthusiasm to one of complete sincerity. In a more hushed voice he said, "So Basic walk. It's just as it sounds… For now, you've got the easy part; follow my feet, just try not to get stepped on. Here, I step with this foot," he stepped with his left foot, "and you step backwards with that foot." He looked down and pointed his chin to Emma's right foot. "Ok, same thing on the other foot. Now, other foot one more time. Good. Now slide your right foot in. Connect your knees, but don't let the feet touch. Yup, you've got it, just like that."

Emma smiled. This wasn't what she expected, but it was just challenging enough that she could enjoy it without becoming too frustrated. And she was relieved that Mr. Killian was actually a wonderful, supportive, and not-creepy teacher. He could lay off the cologne a bit though.

"Ok, try the other side now- start with your left foot." As much as she tried, her feet refused to listen to her brain, and her steps were a mess, causing them both laugh. She definitely saw what made tango so appealing.

As they walked, he did his best to get her caught up. He explained the differences in positioning: He was holding her in an "open embrace", where they connected at the arms but left space elsewhere between them. Then there was the more sensual "close embrace". He pointed out couples around the room that were in close embrace. "See how little space there is between them? Chest, legs, hips, all connected… that's a more advanced position. However… if you are ever uncomfortable being in someone's close embrace, you let them know immediately. And come to me if it becomes a problem. Whether you lead or follow, you are in ultimate control of your experience."

They had gone once around the room when he raised his voice again. Leads, stay where you are. Follows, move one partner to the left." Then again to Emma: "That's you, hon."

Emma did as instructed and positioned herself with the next lead, a tall guy with dark hair. She and her partner spent a couple minutes getting into a rhythm, not really saying anything. Emma was staring at the collar of his shirt, concentrating so hard he startled her when he spoke. "Hi, New Girl. I'm Ted. First time doing tango?"

"Yeah," she answered. She really didn't appreciate being called "New Girl", especially after she'd literally just announced her name. But she masked it well, and said casually, "I'm pretty new to this town, actually. Been here less than a month, so I've still got plenty to see." She realized she had been tango-walking this whole time without thinking about it, and she was proud of herself.

"Nah, once you've seen everything there's nothing much to do. At least there are things like this and other sports programs and martial arts to keep us here. Well most of us. A few people I know have gone to see the world and live elsewhere now."

It was fun, being able to chat, all the while never missing a beat with their steps.

"Yeah, I don't know if I could live in a small town my whole life."

"That's how it's been for many of us though."

"SWITCH!" shouted Mr. Killian.

"Whoop, gotta go I guess. Nice to meet you," Emma said as she took her hands away.

He stuck out his hand and said, "You too, thanks for the dance." She took his hand and shook it.

Her next partner was one of the girls, a thin blonde that had taken a lead position. "Hi Emma, I'm Ella," she greeted Emma without hesitation. Well this was weird. She felt a sort of exhilaration about being paired with another woman. Or maybe it was more like trepidation? She had been partnered up with women in other things, like sparring in boxing, or school projects when she was younger. But being this close together physically, holding hands and such; it felt sort of… awkward was the only way to describe it.

"Hi Ella," Emma replied as confidently as she could. She kept her eyes on her feet- Ella had a smaller frame than the guys, so it changed their balance. "How long have you been dancing?"

"Oh, I've been dancing ever since I was young, and at another studio. But I just started tango... I guess it's been about 3 years now?" Seems like a lot of people stick with this for a while.

"Wow! You must be really good."

"Well, I can't say I'm the best in the class, but- I don't mean to brag- I'm up there." She grinned sheepishly.

"Do you teach too?" Emma was feeling a bit more relaxed.

"Sometimes, when Killian can't make it one of us takes over."

"Mary told me about private lessons when I signed up. I know I don't know you that well, but I'm just curious… do you teach those too? I may ask you one day if I need it. Also, again out of curiosity, do guys teach private lessons too? Other than our teacher."

"Yeah, I do. And there are guys, but you're probably better off doing private lessons with a female instructor. I only say this because most girls start as 'follows', as you are now. But after a while some of us learn to 'lead'. It gives us perspective and makes us better follows."

"Yeah, Mr. Killian told me a bit about it."

"Mr... Killian? Don't think I've heard that one before." She laughed. "They kind of throw you right into it huh? But anyway, if I had to suggest anyone, it'd be the Mayor, over there. Ignore whatever you've heard about her- she's great. She helped me more than anyone when I started tango."

"What? How so?" Emma didn't believe Regina could be helpful at all. She'd met Regina twice, and twice Regina had been less than friendly. Or had Emma done something to make her mad? If so, she wished Regina would just come out and say it so Emma wasn't left wondering. And what did Ella mean by "whatever you've heard about her"?

"SWITCH!" Mr. Killian said again.

Damn it, she had to make sure to find Ella later and hope she'd want to continue their conversation. She thanked her for the dance and the advice, and moved on.

Emma subconsciously wondered where Regina was, as Regina was just on her mind. Emma was curious to see if she was leading, not because she hoped to be partnered with her. In fact, she was crossing her fingers that it was just the opposite. She spotted Regina several places away, and as she anticipated, Regina was leading. Emma prayed they would finish their "walks" before they were forced to pair up.

Through her next few partners she learned that there was a huge gap in the experience levels for this class. Some had been here since it opened six years ago. Some had studied even longer elsewhere. Some had been there for less than three months. And there were others in-between.

Then there was Killian, who had grown up dancing with Mary. When Mary had decided to turn her passion into her career, she had recruited his help to make it happen. It worked out well for him- he had a job he loved that he could live comfortably off of- and it allowed Mary to share some of her responsibilities. And so the Seven Seasons became a successful endeavor.

She ran into another female lead, about six partners later. Her real name was Isabella French, but she almost never answered to that name- everyone knew her as Belle. Emma learned, from talking to her, that she, Ella, and some of the others who gave private lessons always had access to this room, even when Mary wasn't around. That way they could tutor around their own schedules.

The music stopped suddenly. "ALL RIGHT. Everyone back to your side of the room please," Killian called out. "Since we have a newbie in the room-" that made Emma flush, "-we'll be reviewing the single axis turn! Right side only for today, unless I have told you otherwise. You know who you are."

He called Regina forward. "Our lovely Mayor Mills, would you kindly let me demonstrate on you?" She nodded and went to the center of the room with him. She had a curiously blank expression on her face, but she walked with a swagger that screamed "you are all unworthy of the ground I walk on". Well, at least that's how Emma read it.

Mr. Killian was explaining how to do the move, but Emma tuned it out, deciding that watching might be easier. She focused her attention on their feet- they did one normal step and Regina stepped with the opposite foot and Killian did something with his arm… and Emma was lost. All she knew was Mr. Killian made Regina spin while he stood still. After watching it a few more times, Emma gave up trying to understand; it might be easier if she just tried it later, when she could ask her partner for tips.

"So once we learn this turn, we can use it in a variety of ways. Here, we'll show you. It's going to look complicated, so don't panic. But in the end, everything we are about to do has the same basis- the single axis turn."

He hit play again. A sweet melody played on a violin was accompanied by a fast-moving piano line and matching percussion. Regina and Killian commenced their demonstration with the very same walks Emma had just learned. Then they turned exactly as Mr. Killian had shown them a minute ago.

Then, something happened. As if by magic, their bodies dissolved into one; they were a single being with a shared spirit, energy pulsing through each point of contact between their bodies, to the heartbeat that was the music. One step poured into another until it looked like their feet were no longer touching the ground. Even a detail as insignificant as a glance in a given direction was done in perfect unison.

Emma felt the goosebumps rise on her arms. Her mouth went dry. She felt her heart swell so big that it pushed the beginnings of tears into her eyes. She had never witnessed something so beautiful that made her so… happy.

That was it. She wasn't going to quit until she was that good at it. She looked around the room. The veterans were nodding their approval while some of the greener crowd stood gawking. When Emma realized she was one of the latter she immediately changed her expression to determination.

There was something that was eating at her though. She mulled over it subconsciously while she watched the previous display. But now the thought had taken form. How could Regina act like dancing the tango meant nothing to her and then pull off something as magnificent as she just had? What was she trying to prove and to whom?

She was definitely intrigued, but that didn't mean Emma had any desire to be friends with Regina unless she showed a little more respect.

It's a stupid, irrelevant thought anyway, she told herself.

More importantly, she couldn't wait to pair up again. She was so inspired that she just wanted to jump right in and pick it up as quickly as she could.

So when Mr. Killian called for it, she approached the first lead she saw. She was glad that so many of the people here were helpful- they gave her tips on how to execute it more easily or how to make it look better. Emma was starting to get the hang of it.

After a few rounds, she ended up with Mr. Killian again.

"Looks like you're enjoying yourself, love," he grinned.

"Yeah!" Emma exclaimed, "I thought I was having fun at first, but… watching the real thing was so motivating! It's so rewarding when I get something, and I bet the learning never stops!"

He chuckled. "Well, looks like we've got you hooked."

She winced when she saw who her next partner was. Dammit. She was so eager to try the new move that she hadn't paid attention to where Regina was in relation to her.

Emma didn't want to make a scene, so when Mr. Killian called out to switching partners, she did so gracefully.

Regina took one look at her and cast her eyes down in what was likely disgust. Emma felt uneasy- she felt like her heart was bouncing around in her stomach, feeling both self-conscious and repulsed- as Regina took her hand in an open embrace, making Emma's hand prickle with some unknown sensation.

For a while they didn't speak. There was a tangible stiffness in the air between them. When she looked up at Regina's face, she was looking over Emma's shoulder at the next couple.

Emma set her ego aside and resolved to be civil, at least in a public situation like this. She hadn't formally introduced herself to Regina- well, she'd tried to, but she'd had the intention of attacking Regina with a mop handle seconds before- so they'd never gotten a real chance. It didn't hurt to try again. Emma hadn't done anything that wasn't justified. She had thought the station was being robbed, after all. Regina just had to see that she was a respectable human being who had made an honest mistake.

"You dance pretty well." Emma ventured.

Regina looked mildly startled. She met Emma's eyes momentarily and mumbled some sort of acknowledgement. She was silent for another moment so Emma figured that was the end of it. Suddenly, Regina finally spoke. "It helps to have the right equipment, such as shoes."

God, are we still on this? Emma considered. She could take it as a personal attack. But she could also give Regina the benefit of the doubt. She hadn't insulted Emma's shoes directly with that particular statement. So she let it pass.

"Yeah. Yours are pretty cool." As soon as she said it Emma wished she could take it back. It was such a pointless comment. She could have said something a little more stimulating to the conversation. She could have asked where to get the best shoes. But the moment had passed. The conversation was dead, and she had killed it. "Pretty cool"? Of all the ways to describe a pair of shoes, she had to say the lamest one.

But whatever, she kept her chin high and played it off as if she had just said the most socially acceptable thing ever. Plus she could say that she had had the last word if anyone asked.

"Of course. I make sure they are," Regina said, her face a little more relaxed.

Regina signaled that she was initiating a spin. They'd done the move several times already, so Emma caught on to it right away. She liked to believe that she was a quick learner, and the fact that she was getting better at this with each partner only boosted her ego.

After executing the turn, Regina pulled Emma back into a walk. "It also helps if you have a good lead."

"Hm?"

"You can be a good dancer, but if your lead doesn't know what he's doing, you might as well just... not dance. That's where knowing both parts comes in handy. If I'm with a beginner I can at least show him how to be competent."

"Do you like leading or following better?" Emma didn't know why she said that, but, oh well, it kept the conversation alive. Talking helped the time pass, but ugh, these were the absolute slowest few minutes in her life. At least Regina was talking to her and not at her. She was capable of humanity.

"It doesn't matter. Like I said before, this is more of a public service so I play whatever part is needed."

Yeah, that's a lie. Even if Emma didn't have a talent for knowing when people were telling the truth, she had seen the look on Regina's face when she danced with Mr. Killian. She was passionate about dancing.

"Uh-huh. I see," was all she said, her tone heavy with playful skepticism.

There was a long moment of silence. Regina's demeanor stiffened. "Anyway we've strayed from the main issue. I will not condone unacceptable footwear in my presence again," she was interrupted as Mr. Killian called for everyone to separate and go to the sides of the room. "I'll leave an extra pair of shoes in my car to spare the both of us from it happening again, but I expect you to be more prepared in the future. Don't take this an act of charity."

She released Emma and walked away without another word. Emma stood frozen, mouth open in shock.

Whoa, where did that come from?

Was Regina making an offer and being overly cautious, or was she really so offended by Emma's shoes? Most likely Emma's comment had set her off, but geez, it was a joke. If Regina couldn't take a joke then that was her problem.

Whatever it was, Emma was upset. However, she was determined not to stoop to Regina's level, so she let it go. She just needed to stay away from her the rest of the night.

And so she did, and the class came to an end without further incident. Mr. Killian went off on a tangent about posture and elbow placement, so they didn't do much else that night, but before she knew it, it was 8:00PM. "That's all, I hope everyone has a good night!" he concluded.

Emma stood and watched her peers grab their belongings and file into the elevator or up the stairs. She wanted to stay after to talk to Mr. Killian. All in all she had had a great time, despite the unpleasant moment she had endured with Regina. Speaking of Regina, she had almost forgotten. She looked around for Ella to ask what she had meant about Regina earlier. Ella had already left. It'd have to wait for another time. So she went to talk to their teacher instead.

"Hi, Mr… Er, hi Killian," Emma said when he appeared to have a free moment.

"How may I be of assistance, Ms. Swan?"

"I just wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed the class. It's interesting, I had no idea there was so much to it. And watching you and the Mayor dance… I don't think I've seen anything more beautiful in my life!"

"Strange, you mean to say you've never looked in a mirror?"

It took Emma a second to process what he just said. She hated flirting, because she never knew what to say. Plus she wasn't interested in this guy, or anyone really. Right now, she was at a stage in her life when she just wanted to live her life for herself. "Well aren't you a smooth. You get it though, I was really inspired, and I'm definitely going to be back. I actually feel like this is something I could do for life."

"Well then, I'll accept the compliment. Thank you."

"So, do you think I should go to the Q&A tomorrow?"

"I don't recommend it so early on, but it's not my decision. If you're really set on it, be my guest. Just know that it's nothing like this one."

"Ok, see you tomorrow then."

Mr. Killian waved and turned to address someone else who wanted a word with him. Emma grabbed her things from the lockers and took her leave like the others before.

One last thing.

On her way out, she stopped at the reception desk. Of course, it was empty again. They've really gotta work on that.

"Mary? It's Emma," she called into the open door behind the desk.

"Just a minute!" Mary yelled back from within.

Emma shrugged and grabbed a pamphlet from the table, something she should have done before she started. She studied it and learned that the Seven Seasons hosted 4 types of traditional ballet, 3 contemporary dances classes, 8 types of ballroom dance, and even a hip-hop class. She honestly couldn't imagine anyone she'd met in the town doing hip-hop.

"Hi Emma, did you enjoy the class?" Emma hadn't even seen her come in.

"Yes, I did, very much. I want to sign up."

"Great! So we have a couple options to choose from, depending on how active you'd like to be. If you're thinking of coming just one day a week, the daily drop in fee is probably best for you. It's $10 per class, so it'd be $20 for two in the same day." Emma nodded in understanding, and Mary continued. "Now if you're looking for more, we have monthly packages- $90 for 3 classes a week, or $120 for unlimited visits. Whichever you choose, we'll give you an attendance card to help you keep track of your progress."

Emma didn't hesitate. "The last one. The unlimited visits package is what I want."

Mary smiled. "Guess you really did enjoy it. Go ahead and come in the rest of this month on the house, and we'll start billing you next month. Sound good?"

"Sounds great to me! Oh yeah, do you know where I can get 'tango shoes', or whatever they're called?"

"Sure, check out Geppetto's shop. I get mine there. Sorry, I usually remind newcomers to bring the right kind of shoes, but must have slipped my mind this time. …Sorry!"

She wrote down the directions to Geppetto's on a scrap paper as she verbally communicated them to Emma.

A minute later Emma put the folded paper in her jacket pocket. "G'night Mary!" she said as pushed the door to go out.

"See you soon," Mary called back.

Emma was in a good humor the rest of the night. She didn't feel the gravity of her job weighing her down. She was too preoccupied breaking down the moves she had learned and trying to figure out others she had seen, but hadn't learned. It was interesting- the mental stimulation was her favorite part.

She'd even made herself a real dinner, baked chicken and potato wedges, just so she could walk around the kitchen in tango steps.

Thank goodness she lived alone.

Real life wasn't always such a dream, though. The next morning she'd have to go to work and face that reality. The culprit was still on the loose.

But at least for tonight, she slept soundly, with a smile.