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The familiar chime of the door opening is what pulled the blonde from her thoughts as she kneaded the dough in front of her. A welcoming smile graced her ivory features, watching as a brunette woman confidently strutted to the counter, her heeled black boots accenting her steps against the wooden floor through the small, cozy bakery.
A satin, plum blouse adorned her olive-toned chest, with a black wool coat buttoned down to her wrists, and a black pencil skirt making her legs go on for miles. However, nothing compared to the rich chocolate eyes that perfectly accented her beautiful face. Not even the gold necklaces that graciously fell onto her perfectly sculpted collarbones. Wow , the blonde thought, the universe is really picking favorites .
"Morning, ma'am," the baker breathed in awe. "What can I get'cha?"
"Coffee, black, one sugar," her eyes barely lifted from her phone, her burgundy-painted nails tapping furiously on the small buttons.
The blonde nodded, though the older woman never lifted her eyes to even see if her request was acknowledged. The cash register buttons being pressed now accompanied the tapping on the phone.
"Will that be all?"
The brunette let out a deep huff, pushing her phone into her blazer pocket. Her brown eyes darted up to find sparkling green ones that watched her every move with a smug smirk.
"If I wanted more I would have requested it, no?"
The blonde grinned, completely unbothered by the woman's curt attitude. "Absolutely, ma'am."
The brunette scoffed, "That's Madame Mayor to you. I heard of this bakery from a dear friend of mine, and highly recommended at that, so I would rather not have my hopes let down by such a distasteful first impression."
"Anything for you, Madame Mayor," she basically purred as she quickly walked away and began to brew a fresh pot of coffee for the woman.
The mayor could not believe this woman was serious. She a quirked an eyebrow at this blonde who seemed so keen on keeping that smug little smirk plastered to her face. She watched as the woman stepped into the back room, and came back with a small white bag moments later. The fresh cup of coffee and white bag were then placed next to the cash register in between the two women.
"Here you are," the blonde smiled.
"I didn't order that," the brunette nodded toward the bag, handing over some cash.
"On the house," the blonde winked.
The mayor rolled her eyes, grabbing her coffee, the small white bag and her change, and leaving the bakery just as quickly as she came in. She held her shoulders high and looked straight ahead, never a fault in her step.
The blonde was basically drooling all over her flour-coated apron as the brunette sashayed her hips, that tight black pencil skirt hugging her in all the right places. She didn't even notice her hand that still rested on the boiling hot coffee pot until the pain settled and the woman let out a yelp.
"Ems, you okay?" Another woman quickly rushed from the back of the shop up to the blonde when she heard the cry.
"Yes, Ruby," she assured her worried friend, "I think I know what it means when people claim love at first sight, though."
Ruby laughed, a genuine belly laugh, at her friend's comment. "Emma, was that the freakin' mayor?!"
"Yes," the blonde mumbled. Her taller brunette friend only clicked her tongue and shook her head.
"If she likes this place she could bring really good business. It would be so great for us!"
Emma held her burned hand against her chest, watching as the mayor climbed into a black Mercedes and pulled out of the parking lot.
"Yeah, and a third degree burn to my ego."
The following week and a half flew by the same way. Each morning, at precisely 7:50, the mayor would strut into the small bakery, ordering the same cup of black coffee with one sugar. It was the highlight of the baker's day. Every day she made a fresh pot for the mayor and put a little smiley face on the woman's cup with a marker, before handing it off with a cheeky grin and way too much energy for so early morning.
The mayor actually looked forward to her morning coffee. She told herself it was just the exceptional freshly ground Colombian coffee beans, but she knew in the back of her mind that it was actually that beautiful smile and set of captivating green eyes she got to see every morning.
Unbeknownst to either woman, it was an unspoken little morning routine neither could seem to get through their days without.
On this day however, the brunette entered the shop with a ruggedly handsome man with charcoal colored hair and ocean eyes. He looked much like your stereotypical bad boy- with a leather jacket over a simple white tee shirt, and some matching leather pants to accentuate his long legs. Emma already had the mayor's coffee ready to go, but politely waited while the man made his way to the register, all the while eyeing the silver earring hanging from his right ear.
The mayor was clearly annoyed at something the charming man had said, but a small smile graced her beautiful olive-toned features, showing off her pearly smile.
His blue eyes raked Emma's body head to toe, and the blonde couldn't help but roll her eyes. This seemed to catch the mayor's attention as she watched the two, her brown eyes twinkling in amusement, because she knew what was about to happen.
"Wow," he began. "What a lovely little bakery of pastries, and an even more lovely woman behind the counter. They call me Killian Jones."
He held out his hand, his large unnecessary rings reflecting the lights on the ceiling, but Emma just folded her arms, clearly not approving of the man's arrogant character. The brunette woman let the edges of her red lips twist into a small smirk.
"What can I get for you today?" Emma asked, her eyes quickly darting to the mayor's, but not lingering for a second. She didn't want to get caught drooling again.
"One of those fancy pork roll, egg and cheese sandwiches on a toasted everything bagel, love," he never lifted his gaze from the beautiful woman in front of him, but let his rejected hand fall into his pocket to retrieve his wallet.
Her blonde hair was long and curly, but appropriately pulled into a ponytail and away from her ivory face, as it always was. Her beige long sleeved shirt was clung to her toned arms, safely tucked away behind a red apron that always seemed to be covered in flour, tied around ratty old black skinny jeans with way too many holes to actually be considered pants. The freckles that sprinkled her nose were no match for the beauty of her entrancing green eyes.
The man was so distracted with ogling over the woman, he didn't even hear the words that came out of her mouth.
The mayor noticed the man's trance and quickly jabbed her elbow into his ribs, earning a grunt from the him in return.
"She asked you a question, Jones," the brunette woman growled under her breath.
"Anything else?" Emma repeated, even more annoyed with the man than before.
Killian smirked, "Just your phone number. And maybe a few hours of your time on Friday night."
The mayor snorted as she watched the blonde's nimble fingers slam into the numbers on the cash register.
"Sorry," she huffed, taking the man's credit card from his outstretched hand. "You're not my type."
"Oh love," he cockily shook his head in mock defeat. "That's what they all say until they're in my bed."
"Unless you have a vagina somewhere hidden in those incredibly tight leather pants of yours," she motioned with her hand toward his lower half, "I can guarantee that you're the last person I would ever be spending my Friday night with."
The mayor choked on the coffee that was in her mouth, getting the attention of the blonde briefly, as the baker bit her lip watching the shock on Killian's face in pure amusement. Emma sent a wink in her direction, then turned around and walked into the kitchen to retrieve the man's food.
The man was dumbfounded. Completely humiliated. But the grin that covered the mayor's features when Emma returned was enough to erupt the blonde's stomach into a thousand butterflies, each freshly hatched from their cocoons and learning to fly. She passed over a few napkins with Killian's bag, another one of her signature smirks gracing her pale skin.
"Word is they're the best breakfast sandwiches in town. I'm sure anything is incredible if made by you, gorgeous."
Emma opened her mouth to speak but was abruptly cut off by the mayor.
"Killian, leave Emma alone. She obviously has taste , so let your ego go for once in your life."
Emma's heart fluttered in her chest as she heard her name roll off the woman's tongue for the first time. Certainly a sound she could get used to. It probably sounded even better in her husky morning voice, or maybe with her head between the mayor's thighs, but she quickly shook those images from her brain because this was not the time.
"Fine, Regina, lets go," the man rolled his eyes and left hot on the mayor's heels.
Emma's smile didn't leave her face for the rest of the day. Regina, huh? The blonde thought. What a beautiful name for a beautiful woman .
The following morning Emma woke up with a stomach ache. She called Ruby and told her she wouldn't be able to make it in, and if she could kindly cover her shift. Ruby gladly agreed, since she was already making preparations in the bakery that morning. She never thought twice about helping her best friend out with a shift or two when she wasn't feeling well. They looked out for one another.
The girls owned and operated the bakery after Ruby's grandmother passed away. The bakery was left to Ruby, of course, but she couldn't do it on her own. She recruited Emma to help her run the place, since they were best friends and all. They rented the small two bedroom loft above the bakery to live in together. It wasn't much, but it was all they needed. The two girls were very happy with their little shop and worked quite spectacularly together. Their business was doing quite well; even better now that the mayor was seen walking through their doors every morning.
Speaking of, the mayor waltzed her way in right on time that beautiful Friday morning, adorning her usual blazer, pencil skirt, and stilettos. Her shoulder length ebony hair was lightly curled, and her makeup a bit more perfect that usual. She was certainly trying to empress a certain blonde baker, but would never admit that aloud.
It would have worked wonderfully, too, if it was Emma behind the counter that day and not Ruby. A flash of disappointment graced her chocolate eyes at the sight of the lanky brunette, but ceased to linger too long as she quickly replaced it with her usual scowl.
"Lovely morning, Madame Mayor," Ruby beamed. "What can I get you today?"
Regina rolled her eyes at the younger woman. The only thing that could possibly make her morning lovely was the usual blonde woman that seemed to be missing in action.
"Coffee, black, one sugar," she pulled her phone out of her pocket to seem distracted, paying the brunette no mind.
Ruby noticed this, and smirked when the mayor let a small disappointed sigh escape her perfectly painted red lips.
"She's sick," the baker began.
Regina quirked an eyebrow, slowly looking up to address the conversation she clearly didn't ask for. "I beg your pardon?"
"Emma," Ruby smiled, "she's not feeling well today."
Ruby handed off the coffee to the mayor, not skipping a beat under the intimidating eye contact from the authority figure in front of her.
"Oh," was all the older woman said. She was momentarily hesitant, and lingered in her heels a second longer than usual. "I hope she's feels better."
Ruby smirked. "I'm sure your doe-eyed girlfriend will return tomorrow."
Regina scoffed, not believing the presumptuous comment from the baker. She handed her money to the woman and turned abruptly on her heel.
"Have a great day, Regina, I'll let Emma know you missed her!" Ruby teased with a smirk on her face that she surely rooted from a certain blonde that she spent most of her time with.
The mayor stopped dead in her tracks, turning right back around and marched up to the brunette that had a shit eating grin plastered to her face.
"I do not have any idea what you think you are insinuating, Ms. Lucas ," Regina sneered, glancing down briefly to read Ruby's name tag. "I have no means of missing anyone. All I need is my coffee ready when I walk through the door. Emma seems to do a decent job at that. I am clearly not interested in waiting for it, nor should my time be wasted in doing such."
Ruby howled out a laugh, only encouraging the mayor before her to grow even more enraged than she already was.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way," Ruby defended. "She probably misses you, too." She winked.
Regina scoffed, sipping on her coffee, leaving a kiss of scarlet lipstick on the lid, and making her way out of the door. She paid no mind to the cocky baker behind the counter, and absolutely did not even once think that woman was actually on to something. Nope, not at all. No such thought even crossed her mind... or so the mayor told herself as she walked back to her Mercedes, a scowl across her face for the rest of the day.