Emma wasn't known for sharing, no quite the opposite, when she had something, it was hers. It was the same thing with her relationships. Once she had you, you were always hers and no one else's. It was exactly why she was at the same restaurant as you and your date. You were hers, not whoever was sitting in front of you. The blonde intended to let everyone know of this. Emma's plan was simple, ruin your date and steal you away from your date.

It was exactly she had five tables away and set there in her classic white dress, sipping her wine, waiting patiently for the perfect moment to interrupt. An almost smug smile appears across her face as she stands up with her wine glass in hand. She walks to the bar(which was conveniently behind you and your date), bumping into your date's chair, tipping her wine glass all over their outfit.

Emma has a practiced pout on her face, her blue eyes looking at you with thinly veiled smugness. The blonde grabs a napkin, trying to pat your date dry, being the ever so courteous woman she pretends to be. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Perhaps you should go freshen up?" Her question was phrased as advice, though to anyone who knew her that it was the opposite.

As your date walks away Emma steals their seat and smiles as though she's won this battle. Her nails clink against her wine glass, staring you down until she speaks, her voice low, "Now, the trash is gone, did you miss me?" The blonde asks though there was no doubt in her mind that you did. She was Emma Frost, who would miss her?