You're my waiter and I'm on a really crappy date with an asshole

Tip the waiter

She was going to kill Ruby. A slow, painful, cruel death will be inflicted upon her friend. Or worse, her clothes. Why would she even think this creep was a suitable option for her?

Emma Swan sighed deeply, not even trying to hide her lack of amusement at this point. The guy was positively leering over her, his eyes checking her cleavage with a lascivious stare. It made her want to purchase only turtlenecks from now on.

"Excuse me for a second, gorgeous." She heard him say and lifted her eyes to look at him, trying to muster a polite smile. "I need to use the bathroom… don't miss me while I'm gone." He licked his bottom lip lustily at her and Emma felt like vomiting.

Once he was gone, she banged her forehead against the table, cursing her luck.

"Everything alright?" She heard a lilting voice asking her and she lifted her head to find their waiter looking at her with concern in his eyes. "I hope it wasn't the food what caused that poor reaction from you." He said, his blue eyes looking at her with open curiosity.

"Oh no, the food was absolutely delicious." She said. "The best I've had in a long time." He smiled proudly at the compliment and she couldn't help but feeling a little better about the entire ordeal. "The company, on the other hand…" The thought along send shivers down her spine, the wrong kind of shiver, and her body reacted to it.

"That bad?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"Positively disgusting." She admitted.

"Has he…? Did he try something inappropriate?" He asked concerned, his eyes going to the hallway were the restrooms were, a ruthless stare casted upon them.

"No, not really. But I wouldn't put it past him." She acknowledged and his eyes went back to her, a mischievous smirk on his face.

"Perhaps we can teach him a lesson." He shrugged. "If you are up for it…"

"What do you have in mind?" She asked curious and the look he gave her was incredibly sinful. She had to admit he was quite handsome; with dark hair, baby blue days, a well-kept stubble and dressed completely in black. She figured he had no problem getting good tips from the feminine customers. But even if he was giving her a look that could only mean trouble, she felt safe.

"Just follow my lead, love." He said in a husky voice before disappearing in the direction of the kitchen.

Her date came back to the table shortly after that, and he turned the "charm" up a notch as he tried to lean into her… "Do you think you want to stay for dessert or should we go ahead to some place more private directly?" He whispered at her, his eyebrows rising in an inviting manner.

The waiter's voice interrupted her reply, "Here's your dessert." He said as he carefully placed a plate with some sort of chocolate with strawberries delicious dessert that looked positively mouthwatering. He turned around and gave her a wink. "Anything else, love?" He asked tilting his head and approaching her in a clearly inviting manner.

"Excuse me," Her date said. "We hadn't ordered dessert."

"Pardon me, sir, but the lady here looked like she needed something to lift up her spirits." The waiter said as he turned to look at his partner. "You might have been too self-absorbed in hearing the sound of your own voice to notice, but it's not like she's having the best of times. She's clearly not interested."

"How dare you?" Her date started in an outraged tone. "I demand to speak with the manager!"

"That won't be necessary, let's ask the lass." He turned around and waggled his eyebrows at her, "Darling, are you interested in this man? At all?"

She shook her head, "Not really… at all." She replied and her date's face was absolutely priceless.

"So I suggest you pay the check and be on your merry way, mate." The waiter said and he turned around to her one more time. "I can bag that one for you to take home. Add in a bottle of wine, on the house."

"This is outrageous; I demand to speak with the manager of this place! Or even better, get me the owner!" Her date screamed and Emma started to feel worried that the waiter was going to get fired or something.

"Listen…" She said to her date. "There is no need to get all riled up in here. I asked him to help me." She lied and the waiter looked at her with an amused grin. "I think we should all calm down for a second."

"I demand to speak with the owner!"

"FINE. I am the bloody owner, mate. Now get the bloody hell out of my restaurant before I call the police and have you arrested for public disorder." The waiter spoke in a firm voice and Emma looked at him shocked. She tried to see if he was bluffing, but her lie detector came up clean and honest.

She was so caught up into her own surprise that she hadn't realized her date had finally left with a string of curses and threats. When she looked up, she found him looking at her with a small smile.

"Are you ok?" He asked gently and she smiled back.

She nodded, "Yeah, thank you very much. So… are you truly the owner?"

"Killian Jones, at your service." He bowed at her.

"Emma Swan." She replied.

He was about to say something else when a blond, petite woman dressed in green and black came running towards him. "What the hell did you do, Killian? A guy just left screaming he was going to ruin us in every single review site he could find…"

"He had trouble understanding when a date was over. I just helped the lady Swan here to make her point across." He smirked at the blonde and was rewarded with a scoff.

"Killian, when Liam finds out…" She started but Killian waved her hand at her dismissively. "He'd be pleased to know that the restaurant is carrying such good form." He looked at the blonde fondly, "Go back to the front, Tink. It's going to be ok."

Tink rolled her eyes at him, "Just stay out of trouble. No more waitressing for you today!" She pointed her finger at him.

He turned around to look at Emma when Tink had left. "My maître." He said. "And sister in law." He clarified.

"And Liam would be your brother?" She asked and he nodded, before looking at the table and pointing the dessert that was still lying in there. "The offer still stands. Do you want us to wrap that up for you? On the house."

"Oh god, my date left without paying!" Emma realized at that moment. "Great. Can I get the check?" She asked sighing.

"I'm not going to charge you, lass." He replied. "You've already had enough with that terrible date."

"No, but it's not fair…" She said but he cut her off.

"I insist. Dinner is on the house. Just don't forget to tip the waiter." He winked at her and motioned to leave when her words stopped him.

"This dessert looks positively sinful." She commented.

"If I may say so, it's the best you'll taste in town. Anton is a master with chocolate. It's my favorite dessert the menu" He replied.

"Well…" She stared nervously. "Since you won't let me pay and you have been banned from waitressing for the night… would you care to join me and share this one?"

He gave her a flashy smile. "I'd love to." He said as he sat down next to her on the table. "May I offer you some tea to go with it?"

She nodded and he motioned to one of the waiters. "Will! Can you fetch us some mint tea, please?"

She lost track of time as they talked through the dessert and a couple of teapots, and suddenly she realized the other tables were vacant and the staff had started cleaning up.

"I probably should get going." She said as she got up and he got on his feet as well, smiling at her. "Thank you for turning a terrible night into a lovely evening." She bit her lower lip nervously.

"Anytime, Emma. It was my pleasure." He said, scratching behind his hear with his hand.

She looked into his eyes and didn't hesitate any longer before leaning in and pressing a soft kiss against his lips. He reciprocated, his lips moving slowly against hers.

"What was that for?" He asked as she broke the kiss.

"Just tipping the waiter." She smirked before pulling a pen from his shirt's front pocket, scribbled down something on a napkin and putting back the pen along with the napkin on his pocket.

"Call me." She said before leaning in to kiss him again.

"I will," He whispered against her lips.