[ Straightening up as the guy comes around the edge of the cruiser, Stiles brushes chalk dust off his khakis and stands up fully, letting go of Talia's hand so she can run at him, and that's when he catches an eyeful of the driver. He looks sort of-- ]
Oh my god.
[ Stiles blurts that out before he can even think about it, in what is very much an unprofessional move as every five alarm warning can go off in the back of his head because holy shit that's Derek Hale. And he probably should've put the clues together sooner--Hale, Hale of a Chef--considering Derek had even mentioned he'd had a niece and oh god.
He wants to slap himself upside the head for being such an idiot, and to maybe gape at the fact that Derek Hale lives here. In Beacon Hills.
Eventually it hits Stiles he needs to say something, and he just--settles for a wave and tries to pretend his ears aren't burning, mentally mapping out the quickest escape routes to his Jeep.
The problem here is he's not sure if he wants to run to him or away. Derek Hale lives in Beacon Hills. ]
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Oh my god.
[ Stiles blurts that out before he can even think about it, in what is very much an unprofessional move as every five alarm warning can go off in the back of his head because holy shit that's Derek Hale. And he probably should've put the clues together sooner--Hale, Hale of a Chef--considering Derek had even mentioned he'd had a niece and oh god.
He wants to slap himself upside the head for being such an idiot, and to maybe gape at the fact that Derek Hale lives here. In Beacon Hills.
Eventually it hits Stiles he needs to say something, and he just--settles for a wave and tries to pretend his ears aren't burning, mentally mapping out the quickest escape routes to his Jeep.
The problem here is he's not sure if he wants to run to him or away. Derek Hale lives in Beacon Hills. ]