Swinging the door to Granny's open, Emma stormed in, muttering under her breath. It was not a good day. Hell, it wasn't a good week. Leroy had been on her nerves for close to a week now, and Emma was starting to wonder if he was getting drunk in public on purpose at this point, just to be able to sit in a cell and piss Emma off until her shift was over. Regina fucking Mills was lucky to still have a swing in her step, as far as Emma was concerned, because the blonde was long overdue to knock her down a few pegs. She was getting tired of Henry's fairytale crap, and if she could just sleep for ten damn minutes without Mary Margaret bustling around the apartment, that would be great, thanks.
Emma knew the teacher was stressed lately, and immediately felt bad for her thought track going in that direction. She had helped Emma a lot more than she had to, so the blonde sheriff tried to keep her wits about her and be as respectful as she could be to her friend. That didn't make the nervous cleaning and jostling any less annoying, unfortunately, and it was contributing to the reason Emma hadn't gotten any sleep in the past four days.
"Wow," Ruby said, coming around the corner from the back as Emma threw herself onto a stool at the counter with a huff. "Rough day, sheriff?"
"You could say that," Emma muttered, shifting to cross her legs and rest her arms on the counter top.
"Wanna talk about it?" Ruby asked as she leaned over the counter, folding her arms on top of it to hold herself up and giving Emma a rather straightforward view right down the cropped white shirt clinging to the waitress' frame. The blonde had to force her eyes away quickly to keep from getting wrapped up in that little game again; Ruby seemed to be pretty fond of Emma staring at her, and had been doing things like this on purpose since catching Emma 'accidentally' looking at her legs.
"Not really," Emma said, figuring it was probably a good idea to spend as little time around the long haired brunette as possible. What was Ruby, nineteen? Twenty? Talk about cradle robbing.
Looking slightly disappointed, Ruby stood straight. Emma thought for a minute that she was going to have to apologize before the girl put on her usual smile. "Usual?"
"You know me," Emma replied, blowing at a strand of blonde hair that suddenly didn't want to stay behind her ear. Glancing up when Ruby set a foam cup in front of her, she raised a brow.
"On me," Ruby said with a wink, then moved to toss the receipt paper she had scribbled on through the kitchen window. Blinking, Emma picked up the cup and took a slow drink, satisfied to find her hot chocolate with cinnamon, just the way she liked it. Well, this idea hadn't been a total bust.
Ten minutes and a half a cup of hot chocolate later, Ruby set Emma's food bag down in front of her and ran Emma's credit card. The blonde was out the door a moment later, carrying the bag and dreading having to go back and listen to Leroy rag on her about not feeding him. He should have thought about that before acting like an ass the night before, and Emma had no problem with feeling vindictive.
Arriving back at the station five minutes later, Emma set the bag on her desk and opened it, pulling the receipt out of the way to get to her food. Once she sat down with her grilled cheese, she suddenly noticed a few words scrawled on the back of the receipt she had carelessly tossed away. Reaching over to pick it up, she frowned at Ruby's messy scrawl.
You're too gorgeous not to be smiling.
It was the first time Emma had smiled all week.