This is my first attempt at a OUaT Fanfiction. Bear with me, because I haven't really jumped into the fanfic world in about 15 years. Rated M for future smut) Reviews are awesome! I'll try to update every few weeks at the least. Enjoy!

Two more hours…

Those words kept running through her mind. She hated working Fridays. Sure, the tips were pretty good, but by the end of the day, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself on the couch and remain dead to the world for the rest of the night. Her feet were starting to feel like she ran a marathon. The Diner was quite busy this weekend, as there was a highly anticipated football game in town. Two hours couldn't go by fast enough. It seemed like forty.

"How is everything sir?" she stopped at one of the tables. "Another drink?" She couldn't help but stare at the man. Tall, dark, and handsome. Almost as if he came straight from one of those romance novels with the perfect looking man on the cover, just to make you want to buy it for the eye candy.

"That depends…" the man spoke, glaring to the side of her tray to catch her nametag. "If I say yes, does that mean you'll come back? Emma, is it?"

She laughed, trying to avoid the awkward feeling between what he just asked, the captivation of his eyes, and the amazing English accent that just came out of his mouth. "I'll bring your drink." She smiled, walking back to the counter.

She could feel herself blushing. "Cat got your tongue, there?" Ruby laughed. "At least this one is pretty hot, Emma. We usually get the washed up bums that haven't bathed in a year, trying to get that free cup of coffee."

She smiled, knowing that Ruby was exactly right. Ruby was just far more… acceptant of anyone's advances. Emma was too stand-offish. Shy wasn't really the word, more like… unwilling to accept that there were any truly decent people out there. Yeah, that was it. Emma Swan, summed up in one sentence. Burned once, but never again. "He's attractive. I'll give him that. But he's wearing more eyeliner than I do!" She smirked as she poured the Coke. She made her way back to the table, attempting to keep a straight face. "There you are. Is there anything else I can get for you?"

"Aye." the man replied. "A box for this delightful burger that I can't seem to finish. Oh, and how about your phone number?"

"I can get a box for you." She chuckled, and smiled. How the hell do you even respond to that? He was definitely direct, no question about it. "Give me a moment." she said, walking away.

Ruby glared up as she was washing the dishes. "Well, then." She smirked. "Just a box. And your number. Not too much to ask, right?"

Emma blushed. "I don't even know what to say to this guy! You know I can't do that!" She grabbed a to-go container, the four drinks for the next table, and started to turn around. "What would you do? Or shouldn't I even ask?"

"If that man wanted to get naked, I sure as hell wouldn't turn him away, if that's what you're asking!" Ruby laughed. "But then again, you and I are two entirely different people!"

"Sorry that I asked!" she laughed back, as she proceeded to the table. Things were great until a pair of children came running past, knocking her to the ground, along with the tray. The man at the table came running before she could even attempt to get back up.

"Are you alright?" He asked, hurriedly extending his arm to help her up.

"I'm fine, it's just soda…" she gave an embarrassed smile, while standing back on her feet. "But thank you. I appreciate it. Let me go get another box for you."

"You know, if you were going to fall that hard, I wish you'd have just fallen for me." He said with a grin. "I'm Killian, by the way. And don't worry about the box. I was more interested in the other half of my request, anyway." He smirked.

After turning eight shades of red, she managed to regain enough composure to spit out something somewhat professional. "Are you sure? About your food. I don't doubt you on the other, trust me." She laughed. "But unfortunately, I can't. This place has a strict policy on fraternizing with the customers. I need my job. But I'm flattered."

"Oh, I see. So much for the corny pick up line, I guess I failed. Not a problem, though. I won't be back. If I leave and never return, that means I'm no longer a customer. So, if I give you this, it's in your court. It was a pleasure to meet you, Emma. You have an absolutely lovely night!" He said, smirking, while sliding a paper with his number in her hand along with a $20 tip. She stood, dumbfounded.

"You have a good night, sir. Thank you." She spat out, unsure if it was the right reply or what to think. She made her way back to the kitchen, dripping wet with soda. She put the note and the cash in her pocket.

"Emma, you have an hour. Just go home. You look like a drowned rat!" Ruby yelled. "I'll take your tables. I'll leave your tips in an envelope in the drawer."

"Are you sure?" She asked with question in her voice. "It's busy in here. I feel bad giving you double duty."

"Emma, go! Maybe your lover boy is waiting in the parking lot. You could ask to borrow his eyeliner… yours is kind of smudged from the spill…" Ruby laughed. "Get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow."

Emma gave Ruby a playful nudge as she grabbed her purse. "Shut up!" she said with a laugh. "I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you for this!"

"I've got your back, darlin'" Ruby smiled. "Good night!"

Emma sat in the car, and turned the key in the ignition. She reached into her pocket, pulling out the note. She pondered calling the number, on the entire drive home. This was just totally out of character for her. She figured a shower would knock some sense into her. Apparently not. She wrapped her hair in a towel, and reached for the phone. Without hesitation, she dialed the number left on the note, stunning herself. Dialing was the easy part, then she was left completely speechless.

Killian Jones, how can I help you?