Are you a magician?

Lydia Martins new weakness

 I haven't gone to Cafe Diem in four days. I have been having to get my coffee from starbuck ew. I would like to say that I'm not going because the coffee isn't that good but that is a sin and a dirty lie. It's because a) stiles ,b) I have no idea what to say to him ,c) who knows what Scott told him and ,d) STILES but Lydia Martin is not a coward. Today is the today I get my coffee from Cafe Diem.

It was Saturday the day I came in and raining ,well I wouldn't really say raining so much as it was a fucking down pour from heaven itself. I ran toward the Cafe under my yellow umbrella ( I watch and love how I met your mother) while the rain pelted me and let me just say running in the rain with 3 inch heels is not a walk in the park. I finally made inside, I shook out my umbrella and folded it up. When I looked up my eyes met his, Stiles. They were just as gorgeous as I remembered, his eyes never left mine as I walked up to him. I hooked my umbrella on the counter before his spoke.

"Scott said you asked about me and that you hoped that I would feel better," that traitor,"I do feel better by the way but you wouldn't know that would you, since you've been avoiding me." He started to curve his mouth into a smirk

I scoffed and rolled my eyes so hard, I think they could have fallen out "Avoiding you would impli that I care about you, which I don't."

He narrowed his eyes at me " Then why haven't you been in here for four days straight, Lydia? I know it isn't because you don't like the coffee." God I love it when he says my nam-No I do not, christ!

"I've been busy," he goes to cut me cut but I have a trick up my sleeve,"You know Scott said the funnest thing when I came in while you were sick, did he tell you?" I raised my eyebrow up in fake question.

His smirk disappeared, "I'll take that as a no, He mentioned that you said that I was scary," he rested for a minute," and that I was beautiful, care to elaborate?" I cocked my head to the right in innocents.

His eyes were so wide they looked like doe eyes, check and mate, he started to nervously rub the back of his neck while I stood there smirking at him. While he thought of an answer, I looked him up and down. His hair was messily tufted up and he had on a blue plaid shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and dark jeans. Now that I thought about it, we matched, I had on a blue swishy dress and oxford heels.

Finally he spoke, "I have no idea what you are talking about. Scott was probably just messing with me." he concluded, But I wasn't about the let that slide.

I stepped closer to the counter separating us. "That's the best thing you could come up with? You thought about your response for like 2 minutes! I can tell you're lying, Stiles."

Stiles went to speak but then stopped 'dammit Scott" he whispered to himself. Then he sagged in defeat and sighed. He looked up at me with worried eyes and said " I've been telling Scott about you for weeks now. He has been teasing me about you and when I got sick he begged me to let him fill in for me so he could met you. I told him not to say anything!" he looked down his shoes in embarrassment.

I didn't know what to say, this is not the witty banter we always talked in. He was telling the truth, putting what we had been skating around all out on the table. He wouldn't meet my eyes and he was forcing me to confront what I had been hiding and lying to myself for weeks. That bastard! I liked Stiles and I had for a while. I didn't even know his full name! And it...scared me, I wasn't scared of a lot so this scared even more. I watched him for a bit before I spoke.

"I'm sure he didn't mean to, he kind of just thought it out loud," he looked up at me then, "In fact when he realized what he had said he ran for it." Stiles chuckled at that, "umm I did ask about you, I was worried because you had worked there every single day I had gone in and I though something was wrong like you got fired or you quit and I thought maybe it had to do with me-"