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“Do you have a map? Because I’m getting lost in your eyes.”
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[ PICK-UP LINE SYMBOL LAUGHS ]
“Do you have a map? Because I’m getting lost in your eyes.”
"Clearly I did not start drinking enough at the start of the meal."
"Waay ahead of you."
LIGHTNING BOLT THING WHEEZE S
"Take a picture. It’ll last longer."
"That was not a suggestion…”
"Regina… are you sure this is what you want?"
Ѡ oh no good golly my finger slipped
[Text- Regina] Um
[Text- Regina] Did you mean to send that to me?
SCAR/REGINA NOT SORRY
Send me a ship and I’ll tell you; { madehervows }
who is more dominant in the bedroom?: Both
who complains the most?: Scar
who’s the laziest?: Regina
who wakes up the earliest?: Regina
who does the chores around the house?: they hired a person to do this
who is the most protective of the other?: Scar
who gets jealous the easiest?: Regina, and believe me, she makes a mess when she’s jealous. A true lioness.
and a song or group of songs that describes the ship: Drunk In Love
Regina claimed the seat beside him, brows knitting as she looked him over. She didn’t understand; there was nothing that differentiated him from any other attractive man in Storybrooke. He didn’t seem particularly magical, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t; perhaps this was a spell of some sort? Shifting restlessly in her seat, Regina barked an order out for a coffee, suddenly a bit more irritable than she had been when she’d walked in.
“Regina Mills,” she introduced.
"Steve Rogers," the blonde replied, holding out a hand, as was what seemed polite. While Steve knew he had already stated his first name, he felt it prudent to include the last, only because she had. It was rather interesting, the harsh way in which she had just ordered a coffee. Almost lie she owned the place, though if rumor was correct Regina Mills equaled the Evil Queen. The older woman that had been perched behind the counter, whom he had assumed to be Granny, appeared with the pie and a generous scoop of ice cream. Thanking her whole-heartedly, Steve dug in, practically groaing out his pleasure at how wonderful the pie tasted.
"Oh my God... this is the best thing I've ever had," he stated, mouthful of pie "Have you had this stuff? Oh my God..."
“I don’t know what I’m doing.”
"That's an alarming statement coming from you. Step away from the fire, Regina."