To be completely honest, Ruby thought that the princess and her pirate were the cutest couple she'd seen since Snow and Charming. Of course, Ashley and Sean were adorable, and Philip and Aurora had that True Love's Kiss going for them, but something about Emma and Hook appealed to Ruby's wolf tendencies: the good with the bad, the light with the dark.
When she had first met Charming—in the forest, with Prince Charles—goodness, that was Killian Jones—she had immediately thought about how adorable he and Snow would be as a couple. Barely a year and a half later and one sleeping curse and one True Love's Kiss, they were the happiest couple Ruby had ever seen.
So. Cute.
But truthfully, Emma and Killian were starting to make Snow and Charming look like amateurs in the True Love Game. Of course, they probably weren't actually together at the moment, but still.
Ruby thought over the last few weeks of Zelena mess as she looked out the window of Granny's Diner. Emma and Hook had done pretty well, really.
Hook had found Emma in New York, had brought her back to Storybrooke, had stayed with her pretty much 24/7, and had been absolutely devoted to her.
Every time Emma looked at Hook, it was thankful eyes or adoring eyes or best friend eyes. Eyes that Ruby bet had never truly appeared on Emma "I do best on my own" Swan's face.
Aaah, they were so cute.
She looked out at them on Granny's patio. They were talking, probably about their adventure back in the past—Ruby still couldn't get over that, that Leia and Charles had been her goddaughter and her goddaughter's pirate.
Hook's face was flip-flopping between solemn and a playful grin. Ruby couldn't see Emma's face, but it was probably about the same. They were completely focused on each other; Hook would probably normally notice that the she-wolf, as she was fondly referred to as, was staring at them. But Emma's eyes weren't moving from his.
Hook's mouth formed "Aye", or something like that. Emma sat still for one moment, not moving—then she leaned forward. Slowly, slowly—oh, goodness, they were kissing.
Part of Ruby's brain wanted to yell out to the diner, "LOOK GUYS! EMMA AND HOOK ARE KISSING!" but she knew that really wouldn't go over well.
Now, usually, Ruby wouldn't stare at a couple making out on her granny's patio. People did it all the time, herself included. Normally, she'd try not to think about couples making out on her granny's patio, including herself. However, she couldn't stop staring at Emma and Hook.
It was quickly growing pretty passionate, she thought. But what drew Ruby's attention wasn't the fact that if she moved to the other window really slowly she could see their faces properly, or that Snow and Charming were now parading Neal around for a final royal thing and probably wanted to leave with the baby (seriously though, how could they name him Neal? Neal Nolan, terrible name. Not that she was actually going to tell her best friend, but still).
It was Hook's hand in Emma's hair, Emma's hand at the back of his neck, the way they were drawing closer together, then they pulled apart to just smile at each other before surging back together. It was the way that they looked so in love, like it would take a couple of stampeding horses and a tornado and the regenerations of Zelena and Cora to make them pull away from each other.
It looked like love. True love, most likely. If there was a curse, Ruby knew somehow, it would be breaking with a flash of a rainbow, like when Storybrooke's curse ended.
Ruby would watch them so closely, to be ready to go "HA I KNEW IT" when they finally realized it.