Storybrooke had seemed to be your typical little small town, though the secrets it held were far from typical. Everyone held a secret that was even a secret to themselves and it was that small little detail that made the whole thing rather amusing. "Excuse me." Pam took a step forward in her pale pink Louboutin heels, her matching pink Chanel suit clinging to her every curve as a single hand was placed against her hip while the other remained bent to fully sport her Chanel bag. The nerdy looking gentleman with the ridiculous eye glasses and short curly hair turned with a look of confusion on his face as he eyed the woman curiously for a brief moment.
"Uhh.. yes, hi. Pardon me, what can I help you with, miss?" He asked almost hesitantly.
Pam's smirked in the most obvious of sarcastic ways as she faked a sweet smile before stating very matter of fact, "I'm lookin' for Regina." The lack of expression on her face displayed her state of annoyance and overall urgency in the matter which merely caused the poor man to grow all the more hesitant in his behavior.
"Oh! Yes, Regina, she'd.. probably be at home at this hour. Just down the road there, you can't miss it." He attempted a gentle smile to which she overall ignored. "I.. you're not from around here, are you? I-I've never seen you before." The blonde took her leave with a simple chuckle as she turned on her designer heels and headed in the direction he had pointed to that would lead her to Regina's. She wasn't one for small talk or wasting time and speaking with this ridiculous little man was not part of her to-do list.
It didn't take her long to find the rather intricate house, the familiar apple tree's which she could scarcely see residing in the back yard giving it away rather perfectly. With each step, her heels clicked lightly against the stone flooring of the walk-way as she approached the front door, stopping directly on the mat before she brought up a single hand and knocked casually on the door.