She didn't even have to ask what drink Emma wanted with that grilled cheese; she'd made hot chocolate with cinnamon so many times for her that Ruby could probably do it in her sleep.
She almost made it herself when she got to the diner because Granny almost forgot to add the cinnamon. Ruby had to remind her (which she did with relish, by the way), which made her feel superior for a moment, but on her way back to Emma's office, she realized she was just doing the same thing she always did: bring food to people.
Ruby felt worthless; compared to everyone else in the world, there was nothing she was good at, nothing she could do. She wished she could be like Emma; ever since she'd shown up in town, things were changing left and right. If Ruby could make even the smallest impact on someone like Emma's arrival had, she would be satisfied.
All her work was for nothing. Emma hadn't even looked at the food before packing it along with herself and Ruby back into the car and heading out to the woods. She left her cocoa sitting on the table. When they got back after finding David, even though Ruby felt good for helping, her self-esteem plummeted when she found the ice-cold drink sitting on the table. She threw it away before Emma could notice it.
That night, back at Mary Margaret's place, Ruby took a shower, scrubbed off all her makeup, and changed into pajamas. She wasn't tired yet, so she went to the living room and sat down, staring at the wall because she hadn't thought to bring anything to read.
"Homesick?" Emma asked as she walked in.
Ruby snorted. "Yeah, right."
"You look really different. You know, with the make-up all off."
"Yeah. I know."
Emma came over and sat down next to Ruby.
"It must be take a while to get it all off."
"Yeah."
"So why do you wear it?"
Ruby shrugged. "Like the way it looks."
Emma raised an eyebrow. "The truth."
Ruby gave her a scowl, then sighed. "It makes it look like I'm not afraid. Even when I am. It makes me believe I'm stronger."
"So you're hiding from who you really are?"
"What?" Ruby blinked. "Who I really am?"
"The smart, skilled, beautiful girl I see right now," Emma said. "There's nothing wrong with wearing strong makeup, but you shouldn't use it to hide. You need to embrace it, not let it overwhelm you."
"How…?"
"I had some ridiculous beauty ideas when I was younger. Just trust me on it."
"OK."
Emma sure was changing things in Storybrooke; that was the first time anyone had ever made Ruby blush.
