[A/N]: A small drabble from Tumblr. (I can imagine both Emma and Killian being in their early to mid twenties at this point). Enjoy!

Riff

Seriously? Emma sat up in her bed as the sound of an acoustic guitar played from above her. Each note was louder than the last, building up to the point where all of the strings were strummed in unison, causing the walls to vibrate and her head to pound. With a heavy sigh and one last glare shot towards the ceiling, she ripped off her sheets and opened the door to her room like a woman on a mission.

While walking up the stairs, she was going through what she was going to say, in her mind. Can you please try and keep your music down? It's really hard to sleep with you making a lot of noise. She didn't want it to sound too snappish, but that was the third time that week that she had been awoken by his loud guitar playing and quite frankly, she didn't care how she sounded, or what she looked like. Hell, she was in her white tank top and yoga shorts, she didn't give a damn.

Walking up to his door, she quickly rapped on wood before she crossed her arms tightly. From outside the apartment she could still hear the noisy strumming and for a brief moment she thought she caught a small bit of singing. To be honest, the music wasn't half bad. In fact, it would probably be something she would pay to listen to. However, it was preventing her from sleeping, and that was a problem.

Emma knocked on the surface again, and this time, the riff faltered and stopped. The blonde waited patiently until the door opened slowly, revealing a very handsome man, who couldn't have been much older than she was, with a guitar slung across his chest. He then pushed it behind him, causing it to hang low along his back.

And the word, Damn, was all she could think.

After two years of living there, she hadn't had any problems with her other neighbors (which could also be because she didn't talk to the other residents in her apartment complex), yet she had never seen this man before. Her eyes involuntarily raked over his every feature, her eyes dropping lower and lower along with her jaw. Emma quickly regained her composure, stop embarrassing yourself. "Hi, um, listen, I live right below you, and I wanted to ask if you could tone down your music a little…"

His bright blue eyes sparkled with realization, "Oh, sorry, lass," God, he has an accent."For the last couple days I've been practicing for a charity performance with my boys." Great. Now she sounded like a complete asshole.

"Oh, well, I didn't mean that you had to stop completely," she tried to say.

"Don't worry. I'll keep it down," he winked at her.

He freaking winked at her.

Emma's eyebrows rose slightly, well now. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Before she could move away, he held out his hand, "Killian Jones. I just moved in two weeks ago, so I haven't really had enough time to get acquainted with the lovely neighbors."

She looked to him, then down to his hand, then back to him. So that's how he wanted it to be. Taking his outstretched hand, she couldn't stop the small smirk that formed on her lips, "Emma Swan. And don't worry; I haven't really made myself familiar with anyone here, either."

He grinned, "Perhaps we could change that."

Her mouth dropped open slightly, once again, but all she did was chuckle, "We'll see about that. Goodnight," She then turned to leave and before she could start down the stairs, she heard him call out.

"Goodnight, love."

Stop it, she scolded herself as her heartbeat sped up. Emma took a deep breath as she got into her apartment and leaned on the door and smiled slightly. She sighed and walked to her room, moving slowly as she got under her covers again. The smile stayed on her face as she began to drift off to the sound of a soft, beautiful melody being strummed from above her.