Due to popular demand, chapter 2.
"And over here, we have a comfy little lounging area that would be the perfect place to hold the meet and greet."
Belle gestured to a small room in the back of the library containing a podium, a few sofas, and many stackable chairs in the corner.
Two representatives had driven all the way from Boston to view the Storybrooke Library, considering holding a book signing with a popular author there. Because it would be fantastic for business, Belle was determined.
"Yes, thank you, Ms. French. This location would be a lovely place to hold the book signing. If we can just make our way to the door, there are a few more questions we have for you."
Belle smiled and guided them through the bookcases, back to the front.
Just as they reached their destination, the doors burst open.
"Shit, Belle. The diner was completely packed today. I'm dead."
Ruby leaned in and kissed Belle. Not noticing the two strangers standing nearby, she didn't pull away.
Belle made a noise and stepped backwards, blushing.
"Uh, Ruby, this is Ms. Turner and Mr. Adams. They're considering letting Storybrooke host a book signing."
Ruby smirked and walked towards the two visitors.
"I apologize for interrupting," she turned to her girlfriend, "I'll wait at your desk."
Ruby strutted to the front desk and sat in the swivel chair with an amused grin on her face.
The librarian turned to the man and woman in front of her.
"You had questions?"
"Ah, yes. What hours are you open?"
"9 a.m. to 9 p.m. Well, we're closed on Sundays."
The man scribbled on his clipboard with an approving nod.
"Do you mind showing us how you organize the books?"
"Of course!"
Belle walked to the nearest computer and began demonstrating the cataloguing system.
Already bored, Ruby spun around in the swivel chair. When suddenly, she had an idea. She remembered a certain game the two had been playing.
"Infomercial!" Ruby shouted, hidden through a cough.
The librarian widened her eyes and pressed her lips together. She chuckled nervously, trying to cover up what just happened.
"Um, she's getting a cold. You okay, hun?"
"I'm great, infomercial." Ruby smirked.
Belle opened her mouth and furrowed her brow.
"Did you seriously just call m-," she then remembered her guests, turning to face them, "excuse me for one second."
Rushing to her girlfriend, Belle did her best to look mad.
"Not now! I need this," she whispered loudly, "pretty please, just… okay?"
Ruby stood up and placed a quick kiss on her cheek.
"Chill, man. Love you."
"Love you."
Belle rushed back to the visitors, apologized, and began to continue explaining the cataloguing system. But Ruby wasn't finished.
"Infomercial."
"Ruby!"
"What?"
"Oh, I'm going to-"
"I bet you are."
Belle blushed and opened her mouth, not sure what to say. It was clearly time for Ms. Turner and Mr. Adams to leave. She faced them and clasped her hands together.
"Is there anything else you need?"
"Ah, no, Ms. French, that will do. We will get back to you on the subject in two weeks. Thank you so much for your time."
The two shuffled out of the door, anxious to leave. Belle sighed and turned to face her girlfriend.
"Ruby!"
"Oh, you loved it, you little minx."
Failing to hide her smile, Belle pressed her lips against those of the woman in front of her, remaining that way for several moments. It was Ruby who broke the kiss.
"You know, Belle, since you didn't fuck up when you were supposed to, I get to draw whatever I want on your face."
"What!? No- ah, hell. Just… don't draw anything vulgar."
"Of course not," Ruby said with a devious grin, "what kind of person do you think I am?"
Ruby steered her girlfriend to the bathroom to reveal her drawing.
"Okay, babe, ready to see my masterpiece?"
"No."
The waitress removed her hands from Belle's eyes, awaiting a reaction.
Belle gasped as she learned that Ruby had not only drawn pentagrams on both of her cheeks, but there was a certain appendage present in the very center of her forehead.
"Fuck! Ruby, get this dick off my face!"
"I like it."
"That's not something your girlfriend wants to hear."
Ruby laughed and hugged the shorter woman.
"You're cute."
"I hate you."
"I love you."
"I demand a divorce."
"I think you have to be married to get a divorce."
"Oh, shut your face."
Belle shook her head, wrapped her arms around her girlfriend's neck, and kissed her.