Part 1: An innocent meeting

She looked at the picture on her fake ID, it wasn't her best picture but that didn't matter she just needs to pass for a twenty-one year old and then she could start her little business of selling fake ID's at school. Emma puts the fake ID in her wallet and takes her red leather jacket before she walks out of the shit hole she calls home.

Emma lives in a squat not a normal living arrangement for a child but it was better than bouncing around foster homes and changing schools every time, making it almost impossible for her to retain good grades. Good grades she needs to get a scholarship and get into a better school. Emma might be white trash but she is smart enough to know that her future depends on her having good grades and graduating with honours.

Her little ID business is a risk and she knows this but it is also the only way she can think of that might earn her some money. She doesn't like to stuff her face every time at lunch so she wouldn't get hungry in the evening. Getting a normal job was also out of the question they would always asked for an address and she didn't had one.

The streets were cold tonight. Emma puts her hands in her pockets and wishes she could buy some mittens. Normally when winter came she would plunder the lost and found box at school they always had something she could use, last time she had found this cute beanie and she was now gratefully pulling it over her ears.

She had walked several blocks from her home making sure no one knew her. Emma looks inside the bar she wants to enter. It's dark and there are not a lot of people inside, she takes a deep breath before opening the door.

The music isn't loud and gives the bar a nice and casual atmosphere. Emma walks up to the bar and sits down on one of the seats. She sees some nuts and grabs a handful propping them in her mouth.

"Wow calm down young lady, you might choke on them if you don't slow down." Emma smiles and takes her time to chew and swallow the nuts down.

"What can I get you?" The bartender asks.

"I like a beer please." The man watches her with suspicion.

"Can I see your ID please." Emma grins and takes her wallet showing him her fake ID. The man takes the card and watches it over carefully.

"You look young for you age." He says handing Emma her card back.

"Yeah, well I am hoping when I'm forty that I will only look thirty." The bartender laughs grabbing a beer for Emma. Emma thanks him and takes a sip. Inside she is screaming, she did it, it worked!

Emma decides to celebrate her victory by herself and over the next hour she drinks several beers. She wasn't use to drinking this much so after a while she was starting to feel lightheaded when she notice a brunette sitting on the other side of the bar, the woman was looking down at her drink what seems to be some kind of scotch. Emma couldn't help but feel sorry for the brunette. She looked so sad, like a lost puppy. Emma keeps watching the woman for fifth teen minutes but when sees the woman whipping away her tears she has had enough and walks over to sit beside her.

"Hey." She says. The woman jumps up and looks very shocked at seeing the girl sitting next to her.

"Hello." She says in a timid voice.

"You alright?" The woman looks down again pushing her black rimmed glasses back up her nose. Emma takes some time to look her over and she just didn't get what she was seeing. The brunette was beautiful but it looked like she was hiding herself from the world. She had long brown hair but it seems like it wasn't been cute in a model for a long time, she wore some make-up but it didn't compliment her skin colour which was beautiful sun kissed. Her clothes were also not what Emma would pick out for her it was like they were meant for someone else than her.

"I'm fine." She says quietly. Emma doesn't know if she crosses a boundary with the woman but she puts her hand on the woman's arm.

"I'm sorry for saying but you don't look fine. You have been crying so something is clearly bothering you." The woman shrugs trying to look like she hasn't but she can't help the next couple of tears escaping her eyes.

"Why don't you talk to me, I know I'm a complete stranger but sometimes it's easier to talk to a complete stranger." The woman looks at Emma taking of her glasses and whipping her tears away again.

"Alright but if I bore you please tell me. I know I'm being silly making a drama about something so stupid." Emma smiles and orders another drink for her and the woman.

"Why don't you start at the beginning and let me be the judge of that." The woman smiles and Emma believes it to be the most beautiful smile in the world.

"Well, I had a fight with my mother. I know look at me, I'm twenty five years old and I'm crying alone in a bar just because I had a fight with my mother. But if you only knew how many times I had this fight with my mother you would understand. So the biggest issue between me and my mother is that I can't be the daughter she wants me to be, and she blames everything on me because she also raised my perfect older sister and she turned out fine, so something must be wrong with me. She wants me to find a husband, better job, start a family, with other words she wants to change everything about me." Her voice is quivering when she says the last words. She takes the drink that the bartender refilled and downs everything without even blinking.

"I don't think your being silly." Emma says still looking at the woman.

"What..?"

"It's perfectly normal to feel this way when someone puts you down like that. Trust me I know."

Emma takes a sip of her beer and continues. "Your mother sound like a real bitch, sorry for my harsh words but that's how I a feel. You shouldn't change yourself just to please someone, you can't, no one can't. I know we don't know each other but for the few minutes I have known you and see how you talk and act, I wouldn't change anything about you, to me you are perfect."

Emma blushes when she realize what she says, seems like the drinks are making her braver tonight.

"I'm…..sorry….I." The brunette smiles at her and before Emma can say anything more the brunette leans forward and captures Emma lips. Emma feels herself freeze and she can't react, the brunette pulls away looking at Emma with a shocked expression.

"I…so…..sorry, I didn't mean…..I….I should go, I'm really sorry." The brunette takes her coat and makes her way to the door. Emma has the literally slap herself to wake up. She sees the woman disappear out the door when she finally stands up and follows her.

The cold wind slaps her around the face. Emma looks around and sees the brunette standing in front of a shop. Emma runs to her, she takes her hand and turns her around. Shocked eyes are staring at her when Emma kisses the brunette. She feels the woman hesitate for a minute before Emma can feel her move again her lips. It's so soft, Emma can taste the scotch and she doesn't mind the taste. She let her tongue glide over the woman's lips asking for permission which is given to her. The kiss is full of passion making Emma's stomach flutter. When they pull away they let their heads rest against each other catching their breath.

"I don't do this normally but I would like to take you home with me." The brunette says bravely.

Emma swallows and cups the brunette cheeks tracing her jawline with the tips of her fingers.

"I would like that."