He woke up early the next morning to the smell of fresh coffee as sunlight filtered in through lace curtains on the windows nearby. This definitely wasn't his apartment.

Killian sat up, trying to remember the crazy events of the evening before. He had driven from his apartment to some random town called Storybrooke with his son and slept on Emma Swan's couch. Yea, none of that sounds weird, he thought sarcastically.

He surveyed his surroundings since he didn't have a chance to really check out the place last night. The apartment's interior designer definitely had a feminine touch - he suspected Emma wasn't responsible for the decorating. The room was open with his floral couch along with a table and chairs, a bathroom and a kitchen with a beautiful blonde standing in it.

"Morning," Emma said, looking at him over her shoulder as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "I hope I didn't wake you."

Killian shook his head. "No, I usually am up early with my job."

"Coffee?"

He stood up and nodded, walking over to a stool by the counter. She put a clean mug down in front of him - it had roses printed all over it, but he wasn't going to complain - and poured some coffee into before setting the pot back on the counter.

"You know, I don't think we covered that subject last night," she said. "What exactly do you do when you aren't driving our runaway son home?"

"I drive a boat for my brother," he said.

"A boat?"

"Yea. We mainly cater to tourists who come to Lake Champlain for sightseeing, but I also get stuck with the occasional bachelorette party or booze cruise at night."

Emma raised her eyebrows at him. "I'm impressed," she said sincerely. "I remember you always talking about getting your own boat someday."

"Well, it belongs to my brother really, but it beats fencing stolen goods I guess." He immediately wished he could take back the words that had come out of his mouth. "I'm so sorry, Swan," he said, dropping his head into his hand.

But Emma just gave him a quiet laugh. "It's OK," she said soothingly before taking a breath to break the awkwardness in the room. "Besides, I've been on my share of booze cruises. I'd rather forget them."

"Really?"

"You'd be amazed at how many people skip out on their bail bond and then don't think about the fact that they don't want to jump overboard from a boat in the middle of Boston Harbor."

Killian gave her a quizzical look. "Do tell."

"I have to go to work," she said, dodging his inquiry. "How about we talk over dinner tonight? Mary Margaret is going on a date or whatever so I can bring some food back here."

"I'd like that," Killian said, giving her a genuine smile of encouragement. "It would be nice to just … talk."

Emma nodded. "Then it's settled," she said. "The key is on the table and there are mugs up here for coffee. And I think Mary Margaret left some towels for you, but let me check."

"It's OK," he said, raising his hand in protest. "I can find my way around."

Emma picked up her badge off the kitchen counter and attached it to her belt before grabbing her travel mug. "Do you need anything else before I go?"

"Um … yea, actually," he said. "Henry said there were docks around here?"

"Just down the street on your left," she said. "Any particular reason?"

Killian scoffed. "Yea, I just …" How we he explain this to her without making her think he was stupid. "So … um … you know what? I'll save it for later."

Emma stared at him and started walking towards the door. "Alright," she said. "Once again, the great Killian Jones is acting dark and mysterious."

"When was the last time I acted dark and mysterious?" he asked, twisting on his stool at the counter to follow her movement through the room.

"It took quite a long time for me to figure you out, Jones," she explained. "And I'm still not sure I have."

Killian looked up to see Emma staring at him, a mix of curiosity and stubbornness in her eyes. He gave her a tight-lipped smile. "And yet you still try, don't you?" he asked.

"Can't blame a girl for trying," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

"No, you can't," he said quietly. "Perhaps tonight over dinner?"

Emma laughed at him. "I think it's going to take more than just dinner, Jones," she replied sarcastically before opening the door to head out. "By the way, I left my cell number on the counter there as well. You know, in case you need anything."

"You want to trust me with your cell number?" Killian asked, raising an eyebrow in her direction. "Even after the watch thing?"

"Not the smartest plan, I know, but it's good for now," she said wistfully before tossing her blonde hair over her in shoulder with a move that made Killian feel some strange warmth towards her.

He smiled and politely nodded. "I'll talk to you later, Swan."

She gave him a reassuring nod in return and headed out the door.

Killian drank his coffee while taking stock of the place. It definitely didn't seem like Emma's style. The place was feminine with pastel colors everywhere and a flowery scent coming from a bowl of dried up leaves on the counter near him.

But then as he looked around some more, he would see little bits here or there that were touches from Emma. An extra red cropped leather jacket by the door. A pair of dark jeans thrown into a corner. A black mug with the seal of the Storybrooke sheriff on it. He figured maybe Emma had just moved into her roommate's apartment out of necessity and not because they had combined their styles when they moved in together.

Killian put his mug in the sink, making sure to wash the extra coffee out first. It seemed like the right thing to do in such a pristine-looking kitchen. Then he headed for the bathroom, quickly finding some clean towels on a shelf in the corner - even those smelled like flowers.

After taking a shower, he quickly got dressed, brushed his teeth and put a little gel in his hair. Then he took a breath and finally picked up his phone. He had been dreading the thing since last night but figured it was time to face whatever was on there. A little icon indicated that there was a voice mail waiting for him. It was from Liam.

"Brother, I hope you're OK. I swear, whatever happened to you last night wasn't a joke from me. So just … call me when you get this to give me an update on that whole situation. We have a small group today so don't worry about me. I can handle the trip myself. Just call, Killian."

He saved the message, then shoved the phone and Emma's key into his pocket. He needed some fresh air and figured it would be best to take a walk down to the docks. For some reason, Killian felt more comfortable with the idea of calling his brother from the water than from the confines of some dainty apartment. At least he could still try and find some warmth by the water because to say his current situation was outside his comfort zone would be an understatement.