can you do #12 Sterek please? :)
Stiles stifled a groan as Kira threw him an enthusiastic thumbs up from her spot from behind the counter.
“‘Try speed dating,’ she said,” he mocked under his breath, “‘It’ll be fun,’ she said.” Stiles grimaced when he looked down and saw texts rapidly appearing on his lock screen from his concerned friend.
“why do you look like that”
“oh god you arent are you”
“this is all my fault im so sorry”
Stiles sighed and managed a small smile for Kira, who was distractedly pressing buttons on the cappuccino machine.
“It’s okay," he mouthed silently as the next guy sat down. Stiles looked up at him with an easy grin on his face and- oh sweet holy fuck how is it possible for human eyes to be that green.
"Hey," the guy said, a bit breathless, and with a smile that belonged on Broadway rather than a nondescript Starbucks during a speed dating session. "I’m Derek."
"Hi, um, wow, yeah, I’m Stiles." He blushed, trying to stutter out a coherent introduction.
The guy smiled. “You know, you have the most gorgeous eyes.”
Stiles glanced up at Kira, who looked like she was about to jump on the counter and start dancing.
send me a # and a pair (one that i’m familiar with)