The next morning, Killian and Graham arrived at the same time to the bed and breakfast and stared the other down. Killian quickly knocked on the door to Molly's room before Graham could and smirked victoriously. Molly opened the door and groaned when she saw the two men.
"I agreed to Graham coming over, only. Not you," Molly said, looking at Killian.
"I know but I invited myself over. In order to ask if I could take you to breakfast," Killian said, "I would pay like a gentleman."
"I was going to take her to breakfast," said Graham angrily.
Molly groaned again, "Really? You two are acting like little kids fighting over a ball. How about you both go with me to breakfast and I pay for myself?"
"Fine," agreed both men at once.
Molly pulled her jacket on headed outside with the two men leading her.
"So, where are you from?" asked Graham.
"Ferndale, Michigan," Molly answered, shivering.
Both men removed their jackets and handed them to her at the same time.
"I'm fine," Molly sighed.
They walked into the restaurant, Graham running to hold the door open for her but Killian pulling out her seat at the table.
"You don't have to be such gentlemen. I'm used to doing things for myself," Molly said when they were all seated.
"Oh," was all Graham could manage.
Killian was silent.
"I appreciate that you're both trying to help me, but please, unless I ask for help, let me do it," Molly said.
Killian nodded, "Alright. You have my word that I shall back down unless you want me."
"Mine too," Graham said.
Molly sighed in relief and looked at the menu. Emma came into the restaurant and saw Killian, Graham, and a stranger sitting together and was curious who the newcomer was. She approached the table.
"Hi," she said, "Who's this?"
"This is Molly. Her car broke down and she's staying at Granny's Bed and Breakfast," Killian said.
"Hi, I'm Molly. Obviously…"Molly said, extending her hand towards Emma.
"Emma," Emma said accordingly.
"Would you like to sit with us…?" Molly asked.
"If Killian doesn't mind," Emma said, eyeing the pirate.
"Of course not," Killian smiled kindly.
Emma sat at the table with the trio while Molly glanced at the menu. Molly's cellphone began to ring shortly after and she pulled it from her pocket.
"Um, excuse me," she said, hurrying outside.
"Well she's an interesting one," said Emma, watching the blonde talk on the phone outside.
"I like interesting ones," Killian said, watching as well, "They make better dates."
"She'd never date you," Graham said, looking at the menu.
"Who's to say? She might," Killian replied, picking up his own menu.
Meanwhile, Molly continued talking on the phone outside, her face showing anger.
"You can't do that, Jason!" she snapped.
She paused while the person on the other end of the line responded.
"Well, I don't care! It's called a divorce for a reason! We're done, it's all over, the court made it final. Now leave me alone!"
Molly hung up without another word and looked through the window into the restaurant. The new people she'd met were all talking to the waitress she had met the night before and she knew that she would have to go back in quickly if she wanted to order her food.
"Sorry about that," Molly said, sitting down at the table once more.
"Not a problem, honey," Ruby smiled, "Did you need some more time to look at the menu?"
"Uh, no. I'll just have the French toast with cinnamon and powdered sugar, please," Molly said.
"Okay! Your food will be up shortly," Ruby said, hurrying away.
Molly stared at the others at the table, curious about them all. She'd only just met them and barely knew them, yet was about to eat breakfast with them.
At least they seem nice… And the sheriff trusts them, so I guess I can trust them… To an extent, Molly thought. She looked down at the cellphone she still held in her hand and sighed before shoving it into her pocket.
"Is everything alright, love?" asked Killian, not missing a beat.
"Huh? Oh, yeah," answered Molly.
Graham and Killian exchanged looks while Molly seemingly spaced out, staring at the table.
"I was just thinking about some things back home," Molly said, hoping the men would leave her alone.
"Any special reason you're in town?" Graham asked.
"I just needed a break," Molly smiled sadly.
They all could tell there was more to the story but no one said a word to urge her to continue.
Killian leaned back in his seat, beginning to contemplate why Molly had been able to find the town. She must have fairy tale origins… he thought, staring at her, Who can she be?
"Graham, may I speak with you outside?" Killian asked.
"What's wrong?" Graham asked, completely dense about what was happening.
"Outside," ordered Killian.
He stood and practically dragged the huntsman outside.
"I think she may be from a fairy tale," Killian whispered.
"But… Who is she?" Graham asked.
"My sentiments exactly, mate," Killian responded, looking through the window at Molly, "My sentiments exactly."