"Hi-" Emma blurted out as she stood awkwardly in front of the brunette;
"I'm Emma Swan…" she continued while extending her hand towards the woman in an attempt to introduce herself.
A pair of stern creamy brown eyes turned in her direction not looking directly at Emma but instead glowering at the hand still extended in front of her. Seconds later lifting to glance at Emma and looking away. The redheaded woman sitting in front of the brunette was staring at Emma smiling, with curious eyes bouncing between Emma and the brunette.
'What the hell? Did she really just ignored me' Emma questioned in disbelieve in her head not daring to say anything else out loud.
"…mm- Ok… never mind" She sighed awkwardly as she fled the scene before both women could realize the redness building up around Emma's cheeks from embarrassment.
Emma plunged down to her chair exasperatedly and gulped down the remainder of her wine. She poured herself another glass, and finished half of it, feeling a buzz, before looking at Ruby who had been staring at her.
"So? How did it go?" she grinned.
"It didn't… and I don't want to talk about it Ruby." Emma said irritated.
"Ok Miss Snappy pants… I'm guessing she definitely remembered you from Monday?" Ruby giggled.
"Shut up Ruby…" Emma whined.
They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, Emma drinking her wine, and Ruby glaring at her while nipping at her food.
"So… what did you think of James?" Ruby asked in hopes of distracting her friend to lighten her mood a little.
Emma instantly knew what her friend was doing and she appreciated her for it. She didn't fight it.
"He seemed nice Rubes… he seems to be knowing what he is doing with his life and he appears to be a very successful man. I like him" She said slightly smiling but couldn't find herself to sound enthusiastic enough.
"He is! I am glad you liked him Em… and Emma, I'm sorry about fire-spitting goddess over there. I didn't mean to ruin your night by pushing you to go talk to her." Ruby apologized.
"No Rubes, don't be… you were right. I wanted to approach her. You couldn't have known she was going to be a bitch about it." Emma rolled her eyes. She felt herself relax a little finally talking about and in part thanks to the wine.
Ruby and Emma carried on chatting and enjoying the Chardonnay, while Emma purposely avoided looking in the direction of the brunette. They were both a little tipsy now, Ruby more than Emma.
After a moment Emma got up from her table…
"Where are you going?" Ruby asked.
"To the bathroom, I have to pee!... the wine is finally taking its toll on my bladder" Emma stated.
"Ok" Ruby nodded drifting her attention to James who was now heading towards her table.
Emma noticed and said, "Hmmm… no worries Rubes, I'll take my time." She winked suggestively and walked towards the bathroom.
When Emma strolled through the heavy, dark-wood door. There was no bathroom attendant. Just 3 elegant-marble stalls, a full wall mirror adorned with elegant lights, and a beautiful, long granite counter with white sinks. Emma could still hear John Legend's- You and I playing softly in the background. The bathroom was empty.
Emma went into the second stall, and squatted down pulling her short dress slightly up as she released her bladder letting out a sigh of relief.
At that moment she heard the heavy door to the bathroom open and close consecutively, followed by the sound of heels clicking on the floor, as the sound suddenly stopped, the water faucet came on.
A few moments later, Emma finished up and opened the stall door. She froze in place, her hand still on the door as she felt herself grow stiff. Her eyes met familiar dark chocolate ones that were looking in her direction through the mirror.
She got a grip of herself, pulled her chin up high and confidently walked slowly towards the sink on the far end, opposite of where the brunette stood in front of the mirror holding a lipstick in her hand. The pair of eyes followed Emma's every step. Emma felt the brunette's gazed on her, burning through Emma's skinned-tight dress, reaching her body as she scanned the entirety of Emma's beautiful figure. Emma turned on the faucet to wash her hands. The brunette's lustrous observations making her feel uneasy.
Emma decided to ignore it all. To ignore the woman's contemplation. To ignore those beautiful chocolate eyes staring in her direction. To ignore the nervous feeling growing in her gut. To ignore… the essence of this woman that was so powerfully filling every inch of space around Emma. She wanted to ignore her, as she had ignored Emma.
Emma turned off the faucet and reached for the drying cloth that was placed next to the sink. She dried her hands, checked herself in the mirror and ran her fingers slightly through the loose waves of her hair, as she acted completely unaware and unbothered by the brunette's presence.
She turned around and started making her way towards the door when unexpectedly she felt a hand spread across her forearm, grabbing firmly onto her, stopping Emma from moving any further.
A chill immediately sparked and ran up Emma's spine, as the brunette's warm fingers held on tightly to Emma's naked forearm.
"Excuse Me," said a deep sensual voice coming from the woman Emma wanted to so desperately ignore.
Emma, stunned, settled on just glaring down to look at the spot where the brunette was grabbing onto her arm, noticing a small tattoo of a feather right below the spot of the woman's wrist.
"…I said Excuse Me" the voice repeated, now sounding a little irritated. By the closeness, Emma could smell a hint of the sweet aroma of vodka in the woman's breath.
'She is tipsy' Emma thought to herself.
Emma lifted up her gaze to look at the woman, meeting her eyes for the first time. This time the brunette's eyes were dark but playful. Different than the dark angry ones Emma had met the day at the coffee shop. Emma was trying her hardest not to lose it as she felt her cheeks growing pink.
"What!?" Emma said coldly.
"You wanted to say something to me earlier?" the brunette asked with a hint of curiosity in the syllables and shamelessly in a provoking manner.
"Are you kidding me?!" Emma screeched… "You cannot be serious!"
The brunette watched Emma, her mind searching for what to say next.
"Didn't -you want to tell me something—earlier?" She repeated this time saying it slowly as if Emma hadn't heard her correctly the first time.
"NO!" Emma said sternly as she tried to pull her arm away but failed miserably as the brunette's grip grew stronger at the motion.
"You wanted to introduce yourself… no? The brunette asked daringly.
"AND I did!... I have nothing else to say to you ma'am" Emma tried her hardest not to show her anger.
"Really? Is that so?... I could have sworn I overheard a conversation earlier between you and your friend… maybe you could recall it for me?" she implied mischievously, "I believe it went something like '…'I don't know if you recall but I'm the clumsy woman that ruined your Monday with bathing you in coffee'" she revealed with a devilish smirk causing Emma to fully blush.
'Fuck!' Emma cursed herself inside. She thought she had said that too loudly while talking to Ruby early, having had the music drop at that very moment, and she was right! 'Fuck Fuck Fuck!' she cursed herself again.
"Mmmm... I-..." Emma's eyes couldn't have been any wider, desperately looking anywhere but into the mischievous dark eyes.
"Don't worry. I am not going to have you beheaded if that's what you look so alarmed about..." an evil laugh escaped the woman's lips, her eyes filled with amusement.
"What?" Emma asked nervously, face full flushed. "you heard that too?" She mumbled embarrassed.
The brunette's eyes beamed at her playfully daring her to deny it.
Those playful looks made Emma feel a rush of heat throughout her body.
"Look..." Emma started in an attempt to gather herself and sound serious but failing miserably to look like she didn't care.
"...I was just trying to be courteous and apologize for what happened Monday since you were such a bitch and ran out slamming the door on me before I could get a word out..." She finally succumbed to the argument. "I am so sorry, I really do feel bad about running you over."
"Did you just call me a bitch?!" the brunette gawked in disbelief.
"Seriously? From everything I just said... That's ALL you got!" Emma felt her jaw tense and her ears redden. This woman was getting under her skin.
"Unbelievable" she said shaking her head.
"Not only do you ruin my Monday along with my mood and my clothes, but on top of it all you dare call me a BITCH?!" the brunette's eye were now turning darker... Starting to resemble the same dark angry eyes Emma had seen earlier in the week.
"Look lady, I didn't ruin shit BUT your clothes... You clearly have that nasty attitude all on your own without needing any assistance. And you yanked her arm away from the woman's grip, "I am all out of apologies here... You have yourself a great night!"
She walked out of the bathroom not daring to look back at the brunette. The brunette stood with her mouth open as if she had been hit right in the face with a bucket of ice cold water. Emma slammed the heavy door behind her and made her way hurriedly towards her table where Ruby was still sitting chatting with James. She grabbed her clutch and excused herself. Ruby looking at her confused but Emma took off before she could ask any questions.