So some of you might have already read this story before. It was actually the first story I wrote, and I still haven't finished it. I've been trying very hard to finish it but I seem unable to do it whenever I look at how the story is written and basically everything. Since I really want to finish this story and let Emma and Killian have their happy, especially since it's the first idea I ever had, so I decided to restart the story, working around what was already written. This is the first part that has already been rewritten, and the following chapters should follow shortly.

Reviews are always welcome, in fact they are encourage since they help me motivate to update faster!

I hope you like the changes, and for those who haven't read it well I hope you like it!

Thanks to Nicki, oncertwice for supporting me in this and helping me editing the mistakes!

Emma was walking towards her favorite coffee house the same she visited every morning. Today she was desperate for a cup of coffee, and she normally didn't drink coffee. She was more of a hot chocolate type of girl, with whipped cream and some cinnamon on top. The desperation for caffeine was due to her boyfriend, who didn't let her sleep at all last night and not for the good reason.

Neal has been in a foul mood for a couple of months now, ever since he decided to go back to school. His choice was motivated by the fact that he didn't want Emma to be the one to provide for him since she was the only one with a steady job. After a while he decided to study something that would lead him with a job other than a lousy one. He had been so wrapped up with his assignments, that sleep has made itself scarce for him, leading to insomnia, nightmares and during the day a very tense boyfriend. Lately, they had been getting into fights quite regularly, and the things with the two of them was that, when they fought, it was pretty heated. Last night was no exception.

If Emma wanted to survive her day at work, she would need a big dose of caffeine. She finally arrived to destination, and opened the familiar glass door. The scent of sweet delicacy, freshly cooked coffee beans and of warm pastries invaded her senses combined with the cozy atmosphere almost instantly calmed her nerves a bit. She made a beeline for the counter and stood in front of it as she skimmed through the menu, analyzing the different kind of coffee drinks available. She finally settlled for a latte and turned to the barista behind the counter to place her order, but before she could she was cut off by another customer.

"Black coffee to go, please." The lilted voice in front of her ordered.

She went to stand next to him, and cleared her throat to make her presence known to the line-cutter, her arms crossed in front of her chest. The man turned his head around to face her, her breathing altered for a second when she actually looked at him. Dark-brown hair, a scruff that had been growing for acouple of days now, and a set of incredibly breathtaking eyes. Needless to say, the man was attractive, and she almost didn't realize that she was actually staring with her mouth slightly open at the man that she was about to give a piece of her mind. He raised an eyebrow at her, a smirk on his face, that was enough to bring her back to reality and resume her original task.

"Excuse me, I don't know if you noticed, but I was ordering here." She glared at him, her voice stern.

"Sorry lass, from my perspective you were still undecided. I could make it up to you, if that's what the lady desires." His eyes roamed her body, winking at her when his eyes levelled with hers.

"Seriously? You're flirting with me now!" She rolled her eyes as she scoffed at him. "You're unebelievable."

"Well that's what I've been told." A smug grin plastered on his face.

"Ugh, you're disgusting."

"Oh really now?" He turned the rest of his body towards her, his head tilting to the side. "Is that why were checking me out before?" Emma felt caught and that must have registered on her face. The barista handed him his coffee, and she decided to keep her eyes on the transaction not wanting to look directly at him.

"I was not checking you out!" Her tone was defensive and high, and she cursed herself for acting that way. "You just caught me by surprise, and you were being rude by cutting me off."

"Keep telling yourself that, love." He grabbed his coffee in one hand and closed the space between them, invading her personal space. He leaned his face towards her ear, and felt the warmth of his breath caress her neck. "I know I was."

With that said, he took a step back and winked at her before walking out of the coffee shop. Emma stayed immobile for a moment her eyes fixed on the door in which the handsome, yet annoying, stranger left, her mind still trying to assess what just happened. She shook her head to help her regain her senses and finally managed to order her latte and chocolate chip muffin. With her coffee in hand and her pastrie in a brown bag she headed out to work, and tried to forget the recent encounter her morning started off with.

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The day was long and tiredsome, as she had a lot of difficult cases to handle and also the fact that she had started out the day completely exhausted. Being a social worker was never an easy job, but today proved to a bit demanding. Emma worked at a center for disadvantage children and youth with a big array of issues, going from the usual difficulties that comes of being a teenager to kids being abused in all the possible ways.

Her day started off when one of her young teenage girls burst into her office in a state of panic, telling her that her boyfriend had forced her to have sex with him and she had just discovered that she was now pregnant. She was completely terrified on telling her foster parents about it, afraid of what they would say or do to her. That case took out most of her day, and now she felt a mix of sadness and exhaustion.

Emma loved her job, the fact that she could make even a small difference in a child or a teenagers life was the most rewarding feeling in the world. If it could prevent some of those kids to endure what she had to endure as a child, her work was done. She did sometimes wonder how she could still have the will to do her job, since every now and then she left work discouraged, sad and frustrated. Today was one of those days.

Relief washed through her when she caught sight of her building and finally reached the entrance. The only thing on her mind right now was laying down on her couch and relax. She unlocked the door to her apartment and entered as she dropped her purse on the floor. She walked further into her apartment as she shook her jacket off and saw Neal sitting at the dinning table as he typed eagerly on his computer, books scattered across the table.

"Still working on that assignment?" Drapping her red leather coat on one of the chair she waited for him to answer.

He mumbled something without even looking up from his computer which actually didn't surprise her. A sigh slipped through her lips and decided to go to the kitchen to start the kettle to make herself some tea. Her steps faltered when she saw the pile of dirty dishes in the sink, her arms dropping to her side as a frusrated sigh mixed with a groan made itself heard.

"Seriously Neal, you stayed home all day to finish your assignment and you couldn't even take five minutes to clean up the dishes!" She blurted out as she walked back to where her boyfriend was sitting.

"I told you I have to finish this today and then I have study for one of my other class, so no I didn't have time." His voice harsh, eyes still fixed on his computer screen.

"That is always your excuse. I know that you're swamped with all of you work, but you know you are not the only one living here. I come back from work every day exhausted, I do the cleaning, the supper and I pay the rent to help you out and you can't even do the fucking dishes!"

"Come on Emma, I really don't need this right now" Neal finally lifted his head up, an annoyed look molding his traits.

"Really! Well me neither, I am tired of having this goddamned argument every day, and of being your cleaning lady!" She told him her voice raising, hovering the line between loud and screaming.

The frustration of having the same argument over and over and having no change in their situation was too much for her. Her cheeks were turning red and felt the need to go out for fresh air and escape the same routine Neal and her have embarked upon. She grabbed her coat from the chair and her puse and stormed off of her appartment.

The fresh air helped her to cool down a bit, but didn't help her frustration to dissipate. Determined not to let her friday night be ruined by another fight with Neal, she decided to see the only person who could distract her from her problems. She texted her friend asking her if she wanted to go out for a drink, since she was in desperate need for one. Emma walked towards their usual spot, as Ruby told her she'll be there in fifteen minutes. She was already near their bar and arrived there in a matter of minutes. She entered the crowded bar and walked directly to the counter and sat one of the bar stools. Taking out her phone from her coat, she decided to check for her mails while she waiting for her friend. Suddenly, a familiar voice made itself heard behind the bar, a lilted accent that she recently heard.

"Well look who it is! Fancy seeing you here love." A shiver ran down her spine as she recognized that voice belonging to the handsome stranger she had just met that morning.

You've got to be kidding me.