1 - Who Are You?

"Emma! Have you taken the order for table 8 yet?" Granny snapped, from behind the back room.

The young blonde looked up from the steaming coffee machine where she was trying to complete the orders for tables 5 and 10 and rolled her eyes.

"Give me a second Granny!"

"Come on girlie get to it!"

Emma sighed and stacked the first order onto a tray before handing the tray over to Ruby, her brunette coworker.

"Granny's grilling me again, can you get the order for table 8 please?"

"Sure no problem" Ruby said, sweeping off with the tray.

It was 4.30 which meant the after school rush, and as usual they were swamped. Emma had gotten used to rushing straight from her last lesson, arriving with a few seconds to spare and the inevitable disapproving look from Granny. She suffered through serving her fellow students and having to pretend that she didn't want to throw their low fat, almond milk latte with chocolate sprinkles all over their smug faces. Breathe Emma, only an hour and a half until your shifts over!

"1 large black Americano, 1 large cappuccino with chocolate sprinkles and 1 chocolate cookie for table 8" Ruby called, handing her the ticket in exchange for table 10's order.

"On it! Thanks!"

Quickly, Emma made the coffees and put the cookie on a plate and then glanced around for Ruby. She was taking another table's order and Emma could tell the customer was chatty by Ruby's fake smile. She picked up the tray and made her way over to table 8.

"Okay, one large cappuccino?" she asked, smiling.

"That's mine, and the cookie!"

The girl had flame red hair, green eyes and a somewhat untrustworthy smile. Her accent was unmistakably British and Emma wondered if she was new in town.

"And one large black americano"

"Thanks"

That husky voice. She handed the coffee to the redheads companion, a girl with shoulder length black curls and velvety brown eyes. She was stunning, everything from her perfectly arched eyebrow to the hint of cleavage poking out from the top of her shirt. Emma had known she was gay for a long time, luckily her family and friends knew and were very supportive. It also helped that she knew how to deal with petty comments, either ignore them or shut the person down so fast even Usain Bolt would be impressed!

"Is there anything else I can get you?" Emma asked, pretending her mouth wasn't dry and trying not to stare.

"No, were good" the red head said dismissively.

"Thanks" added the brunette, clearly trying to make up for her companions blatant rudeness.

"Okay, well call me if you need anything" she said, before quickly turning and making her way back behind the counter.

She felt her cheeks flush, although she had no idea why. She had barely spoken to the girl and she was a mess.

"Hey Rubes?" she called her friend over quickly, "Who are those girls on table 8?"

"Oh, those are the mayors daughters, Zelena and Regina Mills" Ruby made a funny face.

"Not a fan?"

"I don't know Regina that well, but Zelena was in my college Art class and I have never met anyone so obnoxious and entitled in my entire life!"

"Are either of them in college at the moment?" and then quickly added in response to Ruby's raised eyebrow, "They look familiar!"

"Regina might be, I think she's about your age"

"Oy! I don't pay you to sit around and chat" scolded Granny, from behind the counter.

"Noses to the grindstone!" Ruby said, turning and heading over to check on the customers.

"You know you can actually be polite sometimes?" Regina said, glaring at her half-sister.

"But then people might get the idea I respect them, and I can't have that!" Zelena said, her mouth full of cookie.

Raising an eyebrow in distaste, Regina took a sip of her coffee. She wished for the 4 millionth time that Zelena had never come back from England when Regina was 12. It had blown her world apart and she was paying for it every day.

"You know, that waitress was staring at you!" Zelena said, nonchalantly taking a sip of coffee.

Glancing up, Regina made eye contact with the pretty blonde who quickly looked away and busied herself with the coffee machine. Probably just another person gawking at the mayors daughter. People tended to do that, it was almost like being a celebrity in Storybrooke to be related to the formidable Cora Mills.

"So?" Regina replied, coldly.

If her sister mentioned something, she nearly always had an ulterior motive.

"Maybe you should ask if she wants an autograph? A photo?" her sister snapped bitterly.

Ever since Regina could remember, Zelena had always made jabbing remarks about how everyone loved Regina and she got everything while she was an outcast. It was so far from the truth she wanted to laugh but there was no use trying to convey that to Zelena. She had already decided she was the victim and clearly was determined to milk every minute of it.

"Shut up Zelena and eat your cookie!"

As the clock struck 6, Emma and Ruby made their way into the back.

"68 coffees and 29 cakes" reported Ruby.

Granny always liked to know the exact number of everything they had served.

"Good shift, have a good night Emma" Granny said, giving her compliments in her usual deadpan way.

"Night Granny. Bye Rubes, see you on Friday!" Emma said, giving her friend a hug.

Ruby was Granny's actual granddaughter and both lived above the cafe. Making her way out of main cafe, Emma grabbed her rucksack and left her apron on the hook before sliding into her yellow bug. Time to go home.

"Mum, Dad, I'm home!" she called, as she barrelled through the front door.

"Hi sweetie, how was your day?" called her mother Mary-Margaret from the living room.

She was slumped on the sofa next to David, her dad and both were watching TV.

"Good thanks, I'm starving though?"

"Pizza will be here in 10 minutes" David said, not looking away from the screen.

"You got pepperoni?"

"Obviously!" David looked mildly offended as Emma grinned and collapsed on the opposite sofa.

"The gallery was so enlightening. I learnt a lot about human nature"

Regina kept her head down and ate her quinoa salad in silence. Zelena had been droning on about her stupid gallery visit for the last hour. She was unbelievably pretentious and Regina wished her sister would stop talking for once. Her mother was listening intently to her daughter go on making up pretentious rubbish and nodding encouragingly. Sometimes, Regina wondered if Cora sometimes felt guilty about abandoning her eldest for the first 14 years of her life and tried to make up for it by fawning over her. As a result, Regina had faded into the background but due to her mothers habit of criticizing every little thing that wasn't always a bad thing! Exhaling deeply, she let her mind wander. Inexplicably, her thoughts went to the blonde waitress she had met earlier. She didn't know why, but something about her had caught her attention. No! She'd been suppressing her urges for so long now. She could never tell her mother, never tell anyone. As if people needed another reason to stare at her! Still, she could dream couldn't she?