I had my speech ready and everything. [ With a dramatic sigh, he blows the steam from his coffee, lifting the lid off of the cup slowly and fanning it with his fingers. The brew here is ridiculously good, the kind of thing that warms you up from your very soul, and Stiles is ridiculously, stupidly fondly of it, but refuses to take the bags of coffee that Laura offered to give him.
That would be a reason not to show up at the shop.
So, yeah. He pays for his overpriced coffee because he gets to see Derek every day, argue with him about whatever is in the news, write inappropriate messages on his comment cards ("how is your barista doing: he could stand to smile more. :)))") and eats Derek's stupidly delicious bakery food, because he might be a tiny bit obsessed with the grumpy baker who pretty much found his way to Stiles' heart through his stomach. And his brain.
And his arms and his face and his stupidly colorful eyes. Okay, maybe this is bad.
The second cookie disappears in another two seconds, straight down his gullet--he's got marshmallows in his teeth but it was literally like Christmas in his mouth. ] Seriously, dude, you make your own marshmallows? Are you even real?
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That would be a reason not to show up at the shop.
So, yeah. He pays for his overpriced coffee because he gets to see Derek every day, argue with him about whatever is in the news, write inappropriate messages on his comment cards ("how is your barista doing: he could stand to smile more. :)))") and eats Derek's stupidly delicious bakery food, because he might be a tiny bit obsessed with the grumpy baker who pretty much found his way to Stiles' heart through his stomach. And his brain.
And his arms and his face and his stupidly colorful eyes. Okay, maybe this is bad.
The second cookie disappears in another two seconds, straight down his gullet--he's got marshmallows in his teeth but it was literally like Christmas in his mouth. ] Seriously, dude, you make your own marshmallows? Are you even real?