Unspoken-Stydia.

10

Her sandals clicked on the tiles. Strawberry blonde locks flipped on her shoulder from left to right. A blue purse hanged over her shoulder. Her hair was tied in a ponytail. She had a pale green crop top on and pale brown shirt looking pretty suitable on her pale white skin and emerald green eyes. She hadn't had any real jewelries on her. Just two fake golden rings and a fake golden chain necklace. She pushed the handle entering a café shop. Starbuck's café shop.

About ten minutes later, Lydia sat on a chair in front of a table by the transparent glass. Her right hand bringing a piece of one of the biscuits the shop was selling. She bought a whole wrapper of it which had six pieces in it each. Her left hand holding her phone and scrolling through a book she saved offline. Her thigh resting over the other underneath the table. One feet moving with the beat of the music that was playing in store.

(Listen to: Parachute by Ingrid Michelson)

" Is this seat taken? " a voice spoke out.

Lydia drawer her attention to the voice and looked up from her phone.

Holy mother of-

There she saw that boy who she always hated so much with the sable black pushed back hair who always wore these goddamned multicoloured flannels with the dreamy whiskey brown eyes with moles on his face which she definitely doesn't have a fondness of. And that, my friends, is Stiles Stilinski.

Her subconscious fainted while her inner goddess dropped her jaws.

She shook them both away.

Lydia squinted her eyes at the brunette boy after she almost choked on the biscuit she was chewing. She was gonna answer when he cut her off.

" Cool. Thanks. " Stiles said making this smug look on his face before he pulled the chair and sat down across her.

Lydia swallowed her biscuit. " I never had the chance to bestow the affirmative. "
" That's because your mouth was full. " he answered with the same smug look on his face.

Stiles placed both his elbows on the table getting closer to Lydia's face. She ignored the fact and raised an eyebrow at him. She then furrowed her eyebrows seeing his gaze move downwards. Her subconscious was about to exclaim in disgust and tell Lydia to slap him on the face but then Stiles asked, " What are you reading? "

Oh.

Lydia glanced at the screen of her phone. " Fan fiction. " she replied her voice was barely heard. She cleared her throat and repeated her reply.

" What kind of fan fiction? " he asked trying to take a better look on her screen but Lydia hugged her phone to her chest. Stiles looked at her and grinned.

Oh, this is getting interesting. His subconscious rubbed his palms together.

" Lydia, I'm not gonna bite, hard. " Stiles said a smirk that didn't reach his eyes formed on his lips as he looked deep into Lydia's emerald green eyes.

Her subconscious and inner goddess went wild.

Lydia gulped and stared at his eyes noticing they weren't just brown but if you'd look closer, you'll have problems to decide whether they're brown or yellow or mixed.

She thankfully escaped her trance and shook her head softly.

" After. " she finally answered sitting straight up.

Stiles grinned and leaned back on his chair. He made a thinking face which was already starting to annoy her but it made her inner goddess fangirl like an idiot.