Eating in the same diner every morning and the waitress ALWAYS mixes up our orders so why don't we just sit at the same table to save her the trouble.

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"Here you go, hot chocolate with whipped cream and pancakes, Enjoy!"

Killian Jones sighed in exasperation as he ran his hand through his hair. It was the fifth time in the last two weeks that his order had been mistaken. He knew the brunette waitress was a little air headed, but she was not incapable of doing her job.

From the other side of the counter, he heard the same exasperated sigh he'd just released and shifted in his stool. Yeap, it seemed the blonde with green eyes had been the victim of the mishap again. It had been always her that got his order and each time they'd shared a smile or a frustrated sigh and exchanged the plates. Each time he noticed a new freckle on her face, a new gold flicker on her green eyes, or a new curl on her blonde hair.

She lifted her head and her eyes connected with him. He shrugged pointing to his plate and she shook her head in disbelief. He made a quick decision in that very instant as he grabbed the plate and the mug and headed her way.

"I believe you got the tea and the ham and cheese triple egg omelette?" He asked as his eyes scanned her plate and mug.

"And you got the hot chocolate and pancakes?"

"Whipped cream included. I think it's only missing the cinnamon."

"You've noticed." She said impressed.

"I'm quite perceptive, love." He tilted his head to point at the vacant stool next to hers. "Is this seat taken?"

"It appears it is now…" She said smiling.

He grinned and sat down, carefully setting the plate and mug on the counter. They swiftly changed orders.

"You know…" He said, taking a sip of his black tea, "If we are going to exchange orders, might as well know our names, don't you think?" He smiled, "I'm Killian Jones."

"Emma Swan." She replied as she sprinkled cinnamon on her drink before taking a sip. A little of the cream got in her nose and he looked mesmerized at her.

"You got a little- here" He said before his fingers reached to remove the cream from her nose. His eyes connected with hers and suddenly time froze and he was drowning in her eyes and he couldn't, wouldn't, tear away from her gaze, his fingers still lingering near her face. She fluttered her eyelashes and that seemed to bring him out of his daze. He cleared his throat before removing his hand and reaching for his omelette.

"Thanks…" She whispered and he briefly nodded.

They stood there, eating in comfortable silence. At the end of their breakfast, she placed a couple of notes on the counter and stood to leave. He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but his hand reached to stop her before she left.

"Emma…" He said, trying to hide the nervousness in his voice, "since this seems to be a recurrent event, what do you say if I – if we…" he scratched behind his ear and she gave him a sweet smile that encouraged him to continue…. "Perhaps it would be best if we share a table next time… that would ensure us at least getting our order on the same table, right?"

She hesitated for a brief second before she nodded. "Second booth to the left? Tomorrow at 8?" She asked.

"Aye."

(She sat opposite him the first day.

He paid for her breakfast the second day.

She arrived first and ordered for him on the third day.

She reached to graze her lips on his cheek as a goodbye on the fourth day.

He pulled her to him and kissed her softly as a goodbye on the fifth day. She reciprocated.

She sat on the same side of the booth as he on the sixth day.

They entered the diner holding hands on the seventh day.)

("See?" Granny said to Ruby that day, her hand motioning towards Killian and Emma enraptured with each other. "I told you it was worth it mixing their orders". Ruby smiled at her grandmother's matchmaking skills.)