onebrowneyedclara:

reginamills-yourqueen:

 

Regina smiled back, locking eyes with Clara. “Why don’t you just go straight back and to the right and take a seat on the couch in the lounge area?” she suggested, sauntering back to her to desk in the back of the room. She dug through the top drawer and pulled out a map. She presented it to her guest and took a seat in chair near the couch. “Now, Clara, dear. What brings you to Storybrooke?”

She took the map from the older woman and sat down as her eyes scanned over the places. There were the usuals, a café, hotel/motel, police station, etc. “So, just go here to Granny’s then?” Clara asked as she pointed to the map. “For a place to stay, I mean.” The brunette looked up, blinking multiple times before realizing that the Mayor was asking her a question. “Oh,” she started, pushing some hair behind her ear. “I just kind of… travel, I guess you could call it. This place seemed better than any other one, but also had a pull connected. I dunno. It just seemed like the right place to go to.”

Regina preoccupied herself with the drink cart as Clara looked over the map. She poured herself a glass of water from a glass pitcher and took a lengthy sip, swallowing as Clara finally spoke up. “Yes. You want Granny’s Bed and Breakfast. Not the diner, of course,” she joked, pointing out that Granny ran both businesses. She tried to refrain from rolling her eyes as she noticed the brunette almost forget to answer her question. “I see,” she hissed, putting on a forced smile. “Well, I like to think of this place as the world’s best well-kept secret. What do you think?” She returned to her drink, took another swig and turned her attention back to Clara. “Excuse me. How rude of me. Would you like something, dear?”