"Regina Mills." She said, extending her hand for the man opposite her to shake.

"Robin Locksley." He smiled warmly, jumping as the buzzer went.

Regina smiled back but she knew it probably looked fake. Mal had talked her into speed dating and she had, after her friend had all but marched her up to the building, reluctantly agreed.

"So Mr Locks-"

"Robin, please." He said, cutting her off. His hand gently settling on top of hers. Regina blushed, huffing slightly before moving her hand away.

This guy was a little bit too forward for her taste.

"So Robin, what do you do for a living?" She said, trying to regain her composure.

"I'm a personal trainer." He said with a smirk.

"Ah so you're one of those." Regina sighed.

"Pardon me?" Robin replied.

"I've never met a personal trainer who didn't think highly of themselves." Regina said, raising her eyebrow.

"A bit hasty with your snap judgement there darling, don't you think?" Robin snapped, realising his choice of words probably wasn't helping.

Regina was about to reply when the buzzer went off again.

Thank God she'd never have to see him again.


Regina was rummaging through her bag for her phone when someone bumped into her from behind.

"Watch it buddy!" She snapped as she looked up to see who the culprit was.

"Apologies Regina." Robin blushed, holding his hands up in mock defense.

"I'd appreciate it if you could watch where you're going." She groaned.

"I said sorry, darling." Robin sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Why don't I buy you a drink?" He offered.

Regina huffed, it seems Mal wasn't coming to meet her anytime soon and if she was honest with herself, that experience had certainly warranted some sort of alcoholic beverage.

"Fine, Mr Locksley." She said, "But don't try and recruit me into your personal training programme okay?"

"You have my word." He smiled.


Regina was drunk, really drunk and was definitely regretting agreeing to join Robin for a drink. He'd bought the first round and, surprisingly, she found they had a lot in common – so she decided to stay for another.

It was past 2am when Robin ordered a round of shots, Regina had protested but she was having a good time and for the first time since Daniel died, she felt free.

"You are bloody stunning Regina Mills." Robin slurred, knocking his third shot.

Regina rolled her eyes, "Is this when I'm supposed to compliment you back huh Mr Robin?" She giggled.

"Mr Robin?" He laughed, his hand on her thigh. "But no you don't have to." He grinned.

"I suppose you are quite handsome." She said, biting down on her lip, "And sexy…" She whispered, leaning into him.

Robin's breath hitched in his throat.

"Regina I…" He said, fumbling for words. This woman had him weak at the knees (and the alcohol probably wasn't helping matters).

"I like you, Mr Locksley." She said, moving away and poking his chest.

"I like you too." He smiled, his hand still on her thigh. He didn't want to move it, he couldn't.

They stared at each other for a moment before Robin couldn't take it any longer, leaning forward he pressed his lips against hers.

For a moment, Regina contemplated pushing him away. Her brain was telling her to stop but she couldn't, and when his tongue pressed against her lips she lost all control.

"So gorgeous." He hummed in between kisses, his fingers running through her soft hair that smelt of apples, "So beautiful." He whispered against her lips as they kissed with desperation.

When they finally broke apart, they were breathless.

Regina chuckled, her head was spinning and she couldn't tell if it was from the alcohol or his lips.

"Perhaps I misjudged you, Robin." She said after a moment.

"Perhaps. But maybe you'd let me take you out on a proper date when we're less intoxicated and you can decide for certain." He smiled, his hand still resting on her thigh.

"I'd like that." She smiled, unable to stop herself from leaning forward and kissing him again. "I'd like that a lot." She smiled.