*Sabrina's POV*

I sat down at the kitchen table and began to cry, which was something I rarely did. The last time this happened (crying, I mean), was when Elvis died. Everyone was confused, because since the whole Grimm family was written into the book of Everafter and were made into Everafters, we thought that we were all immortal. Uncle Jake concluded that non-magic Everafter animals eventually died of old age and the complications that come with it. Granny Relda was the most heartbroken, afterall, she was the one who convinced Mr. Canis to take Elvis in when she had found the poor puppy alone in a dumpster while doing some detective work on the case of the missing sausages in Ferryport Landing. Not only was Elvis her big break, he was also love at first sight.

My mind snapped back to Puck. I could hardly believe it. Why was he doing this to me? We haven't even fought recently! I'm sure he found some stupid girl at that party and hooked up with her. They'll probably get married. He'll probably forget all about me. Anddddddd I'm getting carried away...the Puck I know would never do such a thing! Or would he...?

I need to clear my mind. I wiped away the tears and shoved a packet of tissues into my purse. I'm sure there are more tears to come. Not feeling like trying to impress anyone today, I put on old jeans I'd had forever, a plain light blue t-shirt, red Converse All-Stars, and pulled one of Puck's sweatshirts over my head. I breathed in his aroma of pine, and magic, which I had found out, DOES have a smell.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the apartment door. I stalked through the hallway and into the elevator. My sadness turned to anger as I jabbed the "LOBBY" button. Puck is such an idiot. I don't need him. I sighed. I totally need him.

Outside, it was chilly. New York had some pretty cold Aprils compared to down south. I shivered in my...er...Puck's...sweatshirt. I grimaced when a happy couple strolled down the sidewalk next to me. I couldn't help but notice that both the guy and the girl were extremely attractive.

The girl had dark skin and long, tight curls that made me jealous. She had a small mouth and big, brown eyes that turned up at the corners when she smiled. The dude was tall, 6 and a half feet, at least, with tan skin, dark, close-cropped hair, almod-shaped eyes, with slight facial hair. When they passed, I could hear him chattering to his girlfriend. His voice was accented, and I guessed he was Filipino. Someplace I'd always wanted to go, and had brought up to Puck several times, but he would always say some random ignorant remark about Asians cooking dogs, and I would accuse him of being racist and walk away.

As I slowly walked down the sidewalk, going nowhere in particular, I gained a new sense of confidence. I could totally do better than ignorant, arrogant, and mean Puck. I would just have to forget all those times he had been kind, and sweet, and loving...

I drooped onto a bench next to a coffee shop. I wish I had brought money. I had sat there sulking for no longer than five minutes when a stranger plopped himself down right next to me with bravo, too close for comfort. Before I started to ask him nicely to piss off, the man (who was quite handsome, I had to admit) began to speak.

"What's troubling you, miss?"

Did I hear right? "Excuse me?" I was not used to people caring about my feelings, let alone perfect strangers.

"I said, what's troubling you?"

I took this stranger all in, sizing him up. He didn't LOOK like a criminal. Then again, growing up in NYC taught me that looks didn't matter when it came to thieves, rapists, and murderers. He had floppy, black hair that fell cutely over his eyes, which were a green so bright, they competed with Puck's. His eyes weren't the only thing of his that were bright, I realized, when the guy smiled at me, waiting patiently for me to respond.

I snapped back to reality to answer.

"Nothing," I lied, as a single tear rolled down my cheek. I stared at my hands, which were folded in my lap.

"It's alright. You can tell me."

"Why should I?" I sounded more rude than I meanted to. Unoffended, the stranger answered calmly.

'Well, if you're not going to tell me, at least let me treat you to coffee."

I studied his face again and once more, found nothing that would suggest bad intentions. What do I have to lose, anyway?

I was shocked when the strange man took my hand into his own and led me inside the nearby coffee shop. He bought two lattés, handed me mine, and we sat down across from each other in a booth.

The feelings overwhelmed me. Puck had taken me on dates to this exact coffee shop before, and we had sat in this same booth. Every. Single. Time.

I burst into tears, crying for the second time that day. But I didnt care anymore. I didn't care about anything...except for the two strong arms that pulled me out of the seat and into a hug, pressed against the stranger's chest. His shirt smelled like...magic?

I stifled my sobs long enough to choke out "You're an Everafter."

"Ah." he said, rubbing my back soothingly. "You must be one too, then, if you can smell the magic on me. Bradley, at you service. I am but a simple faerie, one of the many subjects of King Robin and Queen Sabrina."

I almost chuckled at hearing my name said with such grandeur. I wasn't even a queen. Puck and I weren't married.

"Puck and I aren't married. I'm not technically queen."

I looked up at Bradley and stepped back to watch his reaction. He gasped and, surprisingly, kneeled down on one knee before me, with his head bent.

"You are Sabrina Grimm?! Forgive me, my queen! I did not recognize you in person, and I humbly apologize."

"Hey hey hey." I said, pulling Bradley up. He was so adorable. "Like I said, I'm not technically the queen." He was buzzing with excitement and...fear?

"Oh, please don't let King Robin throw me in the dungeon, your majesty! I apologize for flirting with you! I swear, I didn't know who you were!"

This time, it was me who initiated the hug.

"Don't worry, I quite enjoyed you flirting with me! And...Puck and I...I believe we are through. I have reasons to believe that he has cheated on me."

Again, Bradley gasped.

"Cheat on YOU?! M'lady, anyone who cheats on a woman like you is out of their damn mind! Excuse my language, your majesty, but it's true! My queen, you are beautiful, intelligent, and, above all, kind! I've heard the stories, Queen Sabrina! You work for the Everafter Law Angency of Faerie, and have helped many a man in need! For King Robin to cheat on you is...is...preposterous!"

I smiled at Bradley's rant. I could get used to him calling me queen. Puck was never this polite!