Hook and Emma + Affection She sits at the counter with David, sipping hot chocolate, looking over the morning paper. The hustle and the bustle of Granny's fills the comfortable silence between them and she's grateful for these moments – grateful for the silent stillness of her father and his quiet understanding. He talks when he knows she needs him to, and lets her be when he reads the tension in her face. She idly thinks she would have very much been a daddy's girl – but the thought makes her chest ache and lips tilt downwards. David folds the paper and hands her the arts section without even looking in her direction and she smiles wryly – thinking perhaps there's still time. She feels him when he enters – the hair on the back of her neck standing to attention, a low simmering heat trailing over her body like a warm blanket. His approach is slow, and it isn't until David glances over her shoulder and his face breaks out into a wide and welcoming smile (she rolls her eyes) that her suspicions are confirmed. David greets him with a clap on the shoulder and a couple casual questions about his ship as she focuses on her paper, poking at her pancakes. The gentle laughs and low cadence of their conversation makes her smile – and she is grateful they found each other – no matter how strange their relationship is at times (she is convinced her father is in love with the pirate and that is not a love triangle she is willing to participate in. She caught him staring forlornly out the window once, face tilted suspiciously in the direction of the Jolly Roger). Soon Hook is sliding onto the empty stool next to her and David is returning to his breakfast, attention drawn away by Granny behind the counter. "Sherriff." His voice is low and amused, his accent making the word sound indecent, even if it is her title. She tilts her head slightly to regard him, letting her gaze linger on the dark jeans and grey t-shirt he's taken to wearing. He looks good in modern clothes – almost too good – and he smirks when he catches her staring. Her lips twitch. "Captain." He reaches for her fork and she almost forgets to fight him as he stabs at her pancakes. She flicks him lightly as he shovels them into his mouth like a starved man, grinning goofily at her with chubby cheeks. His knee brushes hers under the counter and she pushes the plate fully under him with a sigh and a roll of her eyes, turning her attention back to the paper, trying not to smile too hard. She doesn't even like pancakes.