Regina had gotten up on a whim, not bothering to wait for her rational mind to catch up to her moving heel-clad feet. When she had approached the bathroom door, she was instantly filled with anxiety about confronting the blonde. The brunette craved to check on the woman, but at the same time, she feared being turned away or worse, rejected. Regina inhaled deeply, gathering what little confidence she had when it came to being alone with Emma Swan, and opened the door.

Little did she know that the blonde was half naked on the other side, wearing only her turquoise bra on top. Regina's gaze was instantly drawn to her round breasts and muscular arms. As for Emma, she let out a howl in shock, quickly grabbing at her now chocolate-stained shirt to cover herself before the mayor.

Once Regina had gotten over her first initial reaction, she schooled her features, turning away from the blonde. "I'm sorry, Miss Swan," she apologized. "I didn't expect you to be…"

"It's okay," came the Emma's immediate response. There was a long, awkward pause then the blonde spoke again. "I-um, do you have something I can throw on?" Emma winced at herself for sounding so vulnerable in front of the woman.

Regina took note of her own attire: a red button-up blouse, black slacks, heels, and a black blazer. Without thought, she removed her blazer from her shoulders, handing it over to the blonde. Emma muttered her thanks as she buttoned up her new article of clothing. She appraised herself in the mirror and pulled a face, the jacket definitelynot being the blonde's style. She'd have to go home and change ASAP.

"You really do need to stop borrowing my things, Miss Swan," Regina joked, having gathered more confidence from the blonde's flustered state. Then she added, "People might start to think you might be spending the night." Instantly the blonde paled and Regina smiled inwardly at herself, glad to have the upper hand in this awkward encounter. Maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all.

There was another pause, both women staring at one another through the bathroom mirror. Then the door opened again, this time revealing Mary Margaret.

"Is everything alright, Emma," she asked with concern written all over her face. "Ruby really didn't mean to upset you."

Emma nodded at the woman and responded, "I'm good. Regina helped." The pixie-haired woman took notice of the blazer the blonde was now adorning, then looked back up at the woman and smiled.

"I see," she commented, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Well then, I guess I'll just leave the two of you alone." Before Emma could protest, the woman had already closed the door, leaving them once again alone together.

Regina stared meaningfully into the blonde's eyes, trying to find any signs of…well, she didn't know exactly. Then Emma cleared her throat. "Well, thanks for the jacket," she thanked, making her way towards the door. "I'll be sure to get it back to you by the end of the day."

When Emma's hand brushed the doorknob, Regina felt that she was losing her chance so she spoke up. "Wait," she exclaimed, stopping the blonde in her tracks. Emma turned towards the woman and quirked a brow. "How about tonight?" At Emma's unchanging expression she continued, "You can come by the house and drop of the jacket then…maybe have some dinner with me and Henry in the process?"

Emma felt the corners of her mouth twitch upward then remembered something. "I thought Henry was staying at his friend's house tonight."

Regina's face dropped. Oh, right. She pondered asking the forbidden question in her head then came to a decision. It's now or never. "How about just you and me then?" Regina heart was pounding so hard in her chest she was afraid it was going to burst. She did it. She asked Emma out.

The blonde was speechless. She didn't know what to say. Well, she did, but she was afraid to answer aloud. Why, you ask? Because she honestly couldn't believe that theRegina Mills, mayor of Storybrooke, mother to her son, would be right here asking heron a date.

"Or not," Regina added. "If you're completely dreading the idea." Why couldn't she had just kept her mouth closed? Spare herself from the heartache. She thought she was done with all of that after…

"Yes," muttered the blonde incoherently. At Regina wide-eyed expression, she assumed the woman hadn't heard her, so she repeated her answer louder, "Yes, I'll go on a date with you, Regina."

She smiled at the brunette, who was still in shock from the blonde's confession. Once Regina had regained her composure again, she returned the smile and told the blonde, "Alright then. Stop by at eight." She winked at the blonde then strutted past her out the door, adding a sway in her step as she went.

After she was gone, the blonde released a breath she wasn't aware she was holding and placed her hands on the countertop, leaning towards the mirror. She looked herself in the eyes, unable to remove the Cheshire-worthy grin on her face.

"Way to go, Swan," she told herself. "Way. To. Go."