I sprayed the counter, wiping it off with a rag as I checked the time on my watch. 6:30, I should've been out of here an hour ago, but I wanted to make sure everything was clean and in the correct spot.
The kitchen door opened, and Norma gave me a surprised look. "Stiles? You're still here?"
"Yes ma'am. I'm just finishing cleaning, I'll be out in ten." I put the spray away and continued to brush crumbs off the counter into the trash.
"Actually," she pulled out two mugs. "Do you drink coffee?"
I nodded. "More than I should."
She laughed. "Stay a few. I'd like to get to know you more."
I reached for the coffee, but she took my hand away. "You're off the clock boy, let me do this."
"Thank you ma'am." I leaned on the counter as she quickly moved around the kitchen.
"You got anyone to go home to?"
I shook my head. "It's just me. I lived with my dad while I went to school, but once I graduated I got my own place."
She poured the coffee into the mugs, and slid one to me. "No girlfriend?"
Ew. "No ma'am. Just me."
She stared at me silently, and took a sip of her coffee. "Can I ask you something?"
"Anything."
"Are you gay?"
I about choked on my coffee, and set the mug down before I dropped it. "Hm?"
"Do you like men, stiles?"
"Will this answer effect my current employment status?" I asked.
"No."
"Then yes ma'am, I'm gay."
"I thought so." She took a sip of her coffee. "So is my grandson."
My eyes went wide. "Derek is gay?"
She nodded. "I figured it out before he did."
I laughed before taking a sip of my coffee. SCORE!
"You two would be cute together."
"Derek And I?" I questioned.
"Mhm."
I shook my head. "That couldn't happen."
"Why not?" Norma pouted.
"Well," I started. "He's your grandson, and you're my boss."
She laughed. "I would have no issue with it."
"Would Talia?"
Norma scoffed. "She can suck an egg."
I laughed, and ran my hand through my hair.
"Are you attracted to him?"
I nodded. "Yes ma'am."
"And I know he's attracted to you. So if one of you doesn't go for it, I'll make it happen."
I laughed. "I should get going."
"Okay boy." She nodded, taking my mug from me. "Think about it. You deserve someone to go home to."
I smiled. "I will."
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Props To The Chef (Sterek)
FanfictionStiles Stilinski, fresh out of Culinary School, just got his dream job. A personal chef. When he gets hired to cook for a wealthy elderly couple in Beacon Hills, he has no idea he will meet their hot, sweet, sculpted like a god grandson.