Saturday rolls around and Emma is a nervous train wreck. Mary Margaret is lounging on Emma's bed. The closet door opens and Emma walks out in yet another outfit. Previous outfits are scattered all over the floor.
"How does this look?" Emma asks as she does a twirl. She is wearing a purple wrap dress with a black leather jacket. Mary Margaret notices Emma is barefoot.
"Its cute, but Emma you aren't wearing shoes," Mary Margaret criticized.
"Well that's what I couldn't decide on," Emma says as she stares at her feet. Why is she even putting so much effort into this? She doesn't even like Killian. Not romantically, at least. Just as friends. Well that's what she keeps telling herself. Mary Margaret gets up from the bed and ventures through Emma's closet. She comes out with a cute pair of black flats.
"Here, try these." Mary Margaret suggests. Emma takes them and slips them on. Emma scurries over to the long mirror in the corner.
"I like it. Do you like it?" Emma asks. Mary Margaret stands behind Emma.
"Yes, you look beautiful. Now you have five minutes until Killian gets here. Do you have a your purse ready?" Mary Margaret asks. Emma nods and checks her makeup in the mirror. Oh my god. This feels like a date, but its not a date. She takes a deep breath and turns to her mom. Mary Margaret laughs and gives Emma a hug.
"Honey, breathe. Its just dinner. You're going to be fine. I am sure he'll like you no matter what happens." Emma stiffens in her mother's hold.
"Who said I wanted him to like me?" Emma asks as though that is most ridiculous question anyone could ever ask. She backs out of her mom's arms.
"I'm not saying you like him, in that way, but you did just spend an hour on your outfit," Mary Margaret says as she gestures to the clothes that lay around the room. Emma crosses her arms. She didn't like Killian like that. Would everyone stop implying or telling her that she did?
"I just wanted to look nice. That's all. I don't care what he thinks about me," Emma says. Her mother smiles at her.
"Alright. Just have fun."
"Emma. Killian's here!" David shouts at them. Emma smiles and she grabs her purse. Mary Margaret and Emma head down the steps. Killian is standing there with David. He is wearing low hung jeans that fit him just right. He has a button up light blue shirt on and the top button is undone. He has a navy sportcoat on. Killian catches her gaze and Emma tears her gaze away from him. He doesn't say anything, but she is so embarrassed.
Killian can't tear his gaze away from her. She is so beautiful. Her hair is like a shimmering, golden halo. He noticed she was cute before, but her beauty didn't hit him until now.
"You look fabulous, Emma." Killian complements. This causes Emma to blush.
"Thank you," Emma says. There is a long awkward pause.
"Where are you kids going to dinner?" David asks.
"We are going to The Enchanted Forest." Killian says with a smile. There was a pause after that.
"Well, we should probably get going," Emma says with a smile. God, she can't believe her parents. Could they be more awkward?
"Yes, probably." Killian says as he winks at her. David opens the door and they head to the Jolly Roger. Through the window David watches Killian open the car door for Emma.
"David get away from that window. Stop embarrassing our poor daughter," Mary Margaret scolds.
"No. They need to know I am watching them."
"She is going to be fine. Now come on for the first time in months we get to have our date night." Mary Margaret says as the Jolly Roger drives away. David turns away from the window and walks over to her. He puts his arm around her and kisses her head. David couldn't help it, ever since that night when he got a phone call from the police, he couldn't help but worry for his princess.