Confrontations

                                    

                                          


                          
Emma walked into the diner to find both Ruby and the man laughing with one another. She shook her head with a smile as she thought of how easily Ruby could interact with a person she hardly knew. She was certainly an amazing young woman, whom Emma was proud to call her friend.
                          
"Now you're just pulling my leg." Ruby wiped a tear from her eye. She was already in stitches from laughing so hard.
                          
"I assure you, I am telling you the truth." Azael smiled.
                          
"Well, I'll be damned. I'd like to live there myself."
                          
"Where would you like to live?" Emma asked as she approached the table.
                          
"Hey, Ems. Azael here says he found a city that was inhabited only by women. Even the rulers were women."
                          
"Really. What, like amazons?" Emma scoffed.
                          
"Actually, Sheriff, Amazons were indeed all women, but they chose to exclude men based upon their predilection for violence. But the society I speak off chose to, out of a baser desire, so to say." Azael smirked before taking another sip of his coffee.
                          
"Baser?" Emma asked.
                          
"Yeah, Em, don't you get it?" Ruby winked with a bright smile across her face
                          
"What? You trying to say they were all lesbians?" Emma laughed.
                          
"So, you are familiar with the Isle of Lesbos, Sheriff?" Azael asked, curious that this woman would know the term.
                          
Emma choked and her cheeks blazed. Ruby grabbed her stomach and bent over with laughter. Azael simply looked on with curiosity. He did not see why his question was so funny.
                          
"Well, just how familiar are you with lesbians?" Ruby smirked all the while trying to keep from cracking up at the look on Emma's face.
                          
"Anyway... Mr. Falleré have you found a place to stay?" Emma quickly changed the subject.
                          
"No, but Ruby was telling me that there is an Inn not far from here which her grandmother is the proprietor of."
                          
"Already asked Granny. She said it would be cool. But I don't get off for another hour. If not, I'd take him myself."
                          
"Well, Mr. Falleré, I'll be glad to take you over and get you settled in."
                          
"That is most gracious of you, Sheriff. And, please, call me Azael."
                          
"Ok, Azael. Then you can call me Emma."
                          
After finishing his coffee, Azael left the diner accompanied by Emma. Ruby had told him she would check up on him after her shift and possibly take him about the town. He would have to remember to inquire how he would go about exchanging his coin for this city's currency.
                          
As they walked in silence, Azael took the moment to observe Emma. She was an attractive woman, but unlike Regina, Emma carried her power with a quiet indifference. There was no doubt that the woman had a powerful spirit. From her physique, he could tell she was physically strong as well. He admired women like her for the inner strength they possessed and the easy way they carried it. Again, he hoped that they would not be at odds during his time here. He would hate for it to come to a situation where one would be left defeated.
                          
"So, Emma, have you lived here long?"
                          
"Actually, I just got into town a few years back."
                          
"And you were able to secure your present position so quickly. I am impressed."
                          
"Yeah, well, it was kinda thrown at me."
                          
Emma remembered when she had first arrived in town and how Graham had offered her the job of Deputy. She had not yet known about the curse, let alone being the Savior. The position of being Sheriff had fallen into her lap after his unfortunate death. Therefore, she would have to agree that to an outsider, it would seem strange. If you asked her mother, she would have said that it was all pre-destined. But she was not about to elaborate any further, especially with someone she had just met and had no idea what his true purpose was.