She hates taking the train. Hates it. It is always packed, she has nowhere to sit and she is fed up to have someone breathing down her neck every morning, the hot temperature that arises from having too many bodies in it, and the occasional pervert who grabs her ass. The ride is long and it's only near the end of the line, that there's a place for her to sit. She had considered of changing jobs for something closer to her place but the job hunting proved to be difficult. So this would have to do for now.

Like every morning, she hopped on the train, packed as usual but her tolerance for it was very thin since she had woken up late and almost missed the train. She tried to make her way through the small hall, but kept bumping into firm bodies who refused to let her go any further.

Assholes.

Emma was making her way through the back when the train pulled on the breaks suddenly making everyone unsteady on their feet, and she was the unlucky one who fell down on a firm body.

She was splayed on her knees, hands on someone's thigh as she hold herself up, her hair fan out around her face like a curtain, and lifted her head up to look at the stranger she had fell on. She gulped hard seeing the handsome and attractive man in a suit that was grinning down at her when she realised the very awkward and very sexual position she was in, her head levelling with his crotch. She raised herself in a upward position, her cheeks going red as she straighten her clothes.

"Didn't even let me buy you a drink first, eh?." He teased her as his eyes followed her every movement, a smirk plastered on his handsome face. And damn her, for falling onto this man who besides being sexy as hell, had an accent that came to stir her hormones even more.

"Oh shut up." She snapped back, going for an aggressive come back, her to go reaction as she tried to hide her embarrassment. What the hell is wrong with her?

"You are a feisty one aren't you? Well I do love a challenge." He replied to her with slight chuckle in his tone, clearly teasing her. Emma rolled her eyes at his comment.

"I don't think we've been properly introduced, Killian Jones." He said to her as he propelled his hand forward going in for a handshake. Emma looked at his hand with a distrustful look.

"Emma Swan." She simply answered as she decided to keep her hands to herself.

"Where are my manners? Take the seat love." He told her as he got up from it and offered it to her.

"Thanks, but it's not necessary, this is my stop." She lied to him as she tried to get as far away from him.

"See you soon Swan." He yelled back as she was already half way through the corridor, and she hoped she wouldn't see him again giving their awkward encounter.

And she damned herself when she saw him the next morning, sitting at the same seat looking at her with a huge grin.

Fuck.