Sterek | Office worker AU | ~1500 words | AO3 | Inspired by this post.
Scott smacked him on the shoulder. “Stop staring. You’re going to end up getting our entire department stuck in a sexual harassment seminar.”
Stiles sighed. “No man that handsome should be that grumpy.”
“You’d be grumpy, too, if you had to be Peter Hale’s assistant. Do your work, Stiles.”
“I’m going to make it my job to see him smile.”
“Sure, sure,” Stiles said, finally emailing off the spreadsheet he’d finished two hours before. Having an office job, he had found, was really just a giant exercise in figuring out how to waste time so his boss would believe he’d actually put “enough” effort into it. He couldn’t help it if he was efficient.
Now he could spend the rest of the afternoon figuring out how to make Derek Hale smile.
“I got it, I’ll do Pavlovian coffee!” Stiles said at the bar after work.
Scott gave him an unimpressed stare. “Didn’t that just result in the barista hating you last time? I’m pretty sure they started spitting in your drinks.”
Stiles waved a dismissive hand. “That’s just because Lydia Martin had a stupidly complicated order in high school. The theory is still sound. I’ll just bring him coffee until he associates me with delicious caffeine, and then I’ll get to see him smile.”
“At which point your life will be complete?”
“Yes,” Stiles said decisively, picking up his beer again with a blissful smile.
Scott shook his head. “You’re so weird. You need a hobby.” But then Allison from the third floor arrived and he got thoroughly distracted, leaving Stiles to contemplate his perfect plan in peace.
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