Of course it was raining. The one time Emma leaves her keys in her جیکٹ it has to be raining. Her جیکٹ is back in Mary Margaret’s apartment, who is out for the night babysitting for Ashley so she can have some alone time with Sean. It’s late Sunday night and Storybrooke being the small town it is, seems deserted. Even Granny’s is closed for the night. And so Emma stands outside the apartment building, leaning against her car, utterly drenched.
It’s not that she doesn’t like the rain, because she does. She’s always found it to be oddly comforting actually. But it’s fall now...
He had only met her for a brief moment but the Sheriff quickly realized he couldn’t get her out of his mind. He couldn’t remember the last time he had seen anyone new come to town. Her appearance brought an odd sense of hopefulness to him that he couldn’t place. Something he couldn’t remembering feeling in the longest time.
But now was not the time for this, she was probably already long gone سے طرف کی now, back to where ever she came from. And as for him he had his Sheriff duties that needed to be tended to. He had his nightly patrol of the town before heading home.