Ruby - She Knows What's Cooking

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The air was so chill this early in the morning, that her breath was instantly beginning to form into a haze around her. Though the air itself was cold, the grasping feeling it gave her as it hit her lungs did nothing in comparison to the feeling that finally seeing David did in the mornings. She waited for someone to open the door before stepping foot into Granny’s diner. The smell of freshly ground coffee permeated the area in an intoxicating fragrance as she made her way toward a table. It was these mornings that she tried to steal for herself before class, or on the weekends she could linger in here longer if she liked. But he always came, like clockwork. Just for a moment she was able to escape whatever life she was living now and be able to live in this fairy tale escape she had created for herself where her and David could be together.





Mary unfastened her jacket which was bound tightly together before resting it on the back of her chair. She opened the menu, setting it pointlessly on the table before her. There was no sense in scanning the menu for something to try, she had the same thing each time she came in here during the mornings; coffee, scrambled eggs, oatmeal and a side of fruit. Yet, every morning she was in here she still felt uneasy, anxious, and nervous as the butterflies in her stomach fluttered around as though she was back in grade school with a playground crush. Only it was so much more than that, there was something about David that was pulling her toward him. It was this magnetic reaction that threw every bit of common sense and decency she had in her body and mind right out the window. How she felt for him was wrong, it was indecent. But she knew it was real. It was the most real thing she could remember feeling.





Mary pushed her hair from her face, looking in the reflection of the napkin holder to make sure that she didn’t have any strays trying to poke out. She ran her hand over her stomach nervously, adjusting the way she sat in her seat. Even if David knew he could expect to see her here, she still did her best work to make it appear as though it weren’t her only reason for coming. She pulled a book out of her purse, peering at the worn pages of ‘Wuthering Heights’ before resting it on the table. The pages felt so frail in her fingers, despite the love that was written on the words inside of them. But was that what love was to become? Something frail that if you held onto it too tightly it would crumble in your hands? Every relationship she knew of had suffered to some extent, including David and his wife. They once had a beautiful love story, and were its’ pages wilting now? Mary felt an anxious knot in the pit of her stomach, before clearing her throat to try and rid herself of those thoughts.




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It had really only been since Emma had come to town that Ruby had a little amount of time with Mary Margaret. Ruby really wasn't the type of girl Mary Margaret seemed to attract. The latter being a respected teacher and charity founder and well she was in the words of Granny rebellious and spoilt whom really wouldn't amount to much if she continued to act the way she did. Though now the town was changing and things were different people whom never batted an eyelid to one an other were starting to come together a John Doe whom had been in a coma for twenty-eight years had woken up. Things were changing in the small town of Storybrooke and she wasn't the only one noticing.

Her attention turned toward the door as the bell chimed loudly at 7:10AM and the petite dark haired teacher walked in sitting in the same spot she had done for over a week now. The taller dark haired woman was very good with the perception of people and even she was able to sniff things out about people that they didn't even really know yet also when she was the only one working in the mornings waiting tables you soon come to realise the same faces at the same times every day. Ruby sprinkled the cinnamon on top of the small mount of whipped cream on top of the hot chocolate. It had been Mary Margaret's order for some time now that she now never even had to ask for her order. Placing the mug in front of her new friend her attention glanced up toward the door. 7:15AM like clock work Mr John Doe. A small playful grin spread across her blood red lips as her attention once more turned to the woman sitting at the table where she stood. "Hot chocolate, whip, cinnamon." her voice lowered as the bell once more come to life. "And a dash of John Hottie Doe." Without making it too obvious Ruby nodded her head toward the male that had entered the diner.

Mary Margaret Blanchard