She laughed softly. "I remember how much you liked blue," she admitted. It was probably ridiculous but it felt nice to see him look at her like that. Her life had very rarely given her the chance to have moments like this. So quiet and normal and nice. "Also I didn't think that my catsuit was an appropriate outfit for dinner. Though I'm sure the girls at Granny's have seen far stranger things than that."
She slid her arm in his. It was an old fashioned gesture but one that was familiar and very welcome. He always did know how to treat a girl. She didn't think he realized just how good he was at making someone feel like they were special and important. Even when they didn't feel like either one of those things were true. It had always been hard for Sharon to feel like she was worth his attention.
A laugh slipped out of her lips and she patted his arm affectionately. "Such a smart man," she teased. "I solemnly vow to never steer you wrong. Especially in matters of pie." Part of her was starting to wonder if this was some sort of wonderful dream. She'd wake up in her apartment and Steve would still not be in Storybrooke.
Covering his hand with her own, she smiled up at him. "I'm good." She admitted. "As good as can be expected, all things considered." Very few people got to start life all over from the point where they died. "They've really been quite kind to all of us. So, I'm good. It's been a little...I've been keeping to myself." She had missed him painfully and it was hard knowing the world kept moving without her.
It was scary and wonderful being with him again. She loved him. She always had but how long until he was taken from her?