They Wouldn’t Dare | Stiles & Derek
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Stiles felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, shifted his weight against the host stand he was leaning against–it moved, he stumbled, caught himself, glanced around to see if anyone saw, nodded a vague ‘I’m fine’ gesture at a passing server, and turned his attention to the screen.
[New message from Scott: That’s the right place, but we r stuck in traffic.]
The college student rolled his eyes in exasperation. This didn’t LOOK like the right place, but try convincing an alpha werewolf that he’s wrong… At least he’d be able to show Scott the logic once he and their friends arrived and could see what Stiles saw.
The restaurant was small. Which wouldn’t be weird, except that all the tables were small. Two- and four-person tables, which very clearly wouldn’t fit the whole pack that was supposed to be on their way. And they couldn’t even push the tables together like they often did, because they were all booths lining the edges of the narrow space (with the majority of the building being taken up by the kitchen).
He fired back another text: [They glare at me when I say I’m just waiting. Hurry up]
Another minute went by, and this time Stiles barely glanced at the answer he expected: [Scott: Get a table then], before he huffed and dropped into the closest booth to the door.
A wave and eyebrow movement at the waitress told her he was finally going to order something, at least a drink, while he waited for his tardy companions. Watching for Lydia’s Prius and Liam’s stepdad’s car out the front windows, he barely registered the vaguely-familiar black sports car pulling into the lot. But there was no way Stiles wouldn’t recognize the figure stepping out of it, all tense muscular shoulders that never un-tensed, sunglasses over what he knew were perpetually glowering dark eyes, the whole ‘mysterious bad boy’ cliche that looked like he stepped right out of a tween movie. Or a porno.
But Derek Hale was better company than loneliness, and Stiles find himself already smiling at the thought of catching up on all the creative epithets they’d missed out on for the last few years since they’d last seen each other. He waved, big and dramatic so the werewolf couldn’t miss him.