Author's note: 2 days till the Once premiere! Ahhh!

Sorry this ch is shorter. Next one will be alot longer, promise. Again, thank you so much for your responses to the last ch.

Chapter 3: Coffee and Spam

True to her word, Emma found herself heading to the grocery store the following afternoon, in search of a coffee maker. If the one at home hadn't broken down, she could've used the one from her apartment in Boston for the station.

Emma slowly perused the selection, wishing that there were more to choose from as she walked down the aisle. As she reached for one of the coffee makers, she heard a squeak, sounding very much like someone's shoe scuffing across the ground. Thinking nothing of it, she picked up another and inspected it. But then there was the squeak again. She turned around, half expecting to see someone there, but she was alone. Twice she thought she saw someone watching her out of the corner of her eye, but when she turned to look no one was there.

Suddenly, she was aware of someone's presence behind her, breathing down her neck. She could practically feel their eyes burning a hole through the back of her head. The hairs on the back of her neck rose as she froze, hand inches from the shiny handle of an impressive looking machine.

"Why, hello love." A low voice in her ear said, causing her to jump horribly and let out a horrible yelp. "Fancy meeting you here."

"Hook!" She hissed as she turned around.

"Yes, that's my name. Thank you for stating the obvious."

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Same thing as everyone else." He said. "Getting food."

"Oh yeah? And what would that be?"

"I'm here for…" He reached over and plucked the first can in sight off the shelf. "Spam." He read. "Ugh. What the bloody hell is this stuff?"

Emma couldn't help but laugh at the horrified look that crossed his face; that had been her reaction when she'd first come across Spam as well. "It's food. You eat it." She rolled her eyes as she placed the can back on the shelf.

"Good to know." He said, picking up the can again and inspecting the label. "Some type of meat, I presume?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Well, actually no I wouldn't exactly call it meat…" Emma began, but then realized who she was talking to. "Are you following me?" She cocked her head, placing her hands on her hips. "I seriously doubt you're here for groceries."

"And how would you know?" Hook countered. "For all I know, you could be the one following me. Here I am, just going about my business, when you pop out of nowhere. Scared me to death." He placed his hand on his heart in a melodramatic gesture.

"That's just ridiculous!" Emma argued. "I'm pretty sure that you were the one who followed me."

"You have no evidence."

"Uh, considering how you just showed up behind me? Yeah, I do."

"Nuh uh." He said, sounding surprisingly childish.

Emma rolled her eyes. "Whatever you say, Hook." She sidestepped him in an attempt to get to the coffee makers. "Just go off and play with yourself somewhere." She said, before realizing too late how that sounded.

With every step she took, she found an amused Hook in front of her, efficiently blocking her way. Each time she reached for a coffee maker, Hook would whisk it off the shelf and make a show out of inspecting it, though it was clear he had no idea what he was holding.

"I knew you couldn't resist me." He smiled as she found him inches in front of her yet again.

"Hook!" Emma threw up her hands in exasperation. "Will you move out of the way?" She sighed exasperatedly.

"Not unless you say please." He laughed. "You see," He leaned in close to her ear. "I hear it's the magic word." His eyes glinted amusedly as he took in her annoyed expression.

"You know what else is just as efficient?" Emma retorted. "This." With one hand, she shoved him aside impatiently.

"Oh, Swan." He said as he straightened himself. "I see you like it rough."

"Got you to move, didn't I?" Emma shot him a tight-lipped grin before turning back to the shelf. She took a deep breath, trying to concentrate on the task ahead. Spying a machine that made two cups, she strode over and examined the box.

Suddenly, she felt a chin on her shoulder. "What's coffee? Sounds about as nasty as Spam."

Emma fake gasped in horror and spun around to face him. "How dare you compare coffee to Spam?" She said, sounding offended. "I'll have you know, coffee is the drink of the gods."

"Really?" Hook didn't sound convinced. "Never had it."

"Didn't expect you to." Emma said. "According to Mary Margaret there weren't any coffee beans in the Enchanted Forest." She shuddered in horror. "Life without coffee. Ugh."

"I've never had any and I've survived pretty well." He pointed out. "Though we did have rum. Now that was a truly amazing invention."

"You haven't lived until you've had coffee." Emma argued. "Even better than rum. Doesn't get you drunk."

"I sincerely doubt that anything can best rum."

"Then you're wrong. You're just saying that because you've never tried it."

"Well I guess you'll just have to take me out for some, won't you Swan?" He winked, before walking off.

It took Emma a good couple of minutes to realize that he'd just asked her out. And she'd unknowingly walked right into his trap.

Author's note: Who's curious about what their date will be like?