Based on Teen Wolf Characters; Stiles Stilinski and Derek Hale.
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Summary: “Sorry, I know I’m kind of staring, but she didn’t tell me you were so good-looking,” Stiles babbled, wanting to hit himself even as the words left his mouth.
“She,” the guy said, something in his expression shifting. “Laura.”
“No,” Stiles replied with a frown. “Lydia. Who’s Laura?”
“My sister,” the guy said, brows furrowed once more. “Who’s Lydia?”
“My best friend,” Stiles said.
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Stiles looked between his phone screen and the man seated at a table near the windows.
It was like something out of a movie scene. Light from the setting sun filtered over his features as he perused the menu, broad shoulders relaxed and lips pursed in thought. He was blindingly beautiful, and Stiles had no idea how Lydia had set this up. She must have talked up his personality with no mention of his average looks. Or how talkative he was. Or how distractible.
Actually, what the hell had she told him to get him to agree to this? Whatever it was, Stiles hoped it was at least honest, because he hadn’t been told that he would need to fake acting a certain way or a particular skill. He shook his head. He was psyching himself out before he even met the guy. Lydia wouldn’t put him in a position like that. Whatever this guy had heard had been the honest truth.
Stiles took a deep breath and walked over.
“Hi,” he said, pulling out the other chair and sitting. “I’m Stiles.”
The man stared at him. He was even more gorgeous up close. His eyes were ocean-colored. Green one moment, changing to blue with the right light, hazel, blue-green, grey, and green again. It was mesmerizing.
“Hi,” the man replied.
Absently, Stiles noted that his date’s tone was cautious. But it wasn’t angry or disappointed, so he dismissed it. It was only when the man began to scowl that he realized how long he’d been staring without saying anything.
“Sorry, I know I’m kind of staring, but she didn’t tell me you were so good-looking,” Stiles babbled, wanting to hit himself even as the words left his mouth.
“She,” the guy said, something in his expression shifting. “Laura.”
“No,” Stiles replied with a frown. “Lydia. Who’s Laura?”
“My sister,” the guy said, brows furrowed once more. “Who’s Lydia?”
“My best friend,” Stiles said, and now he was a bit confused too. Unless… “Wait, is Laura gorgeous, frightening, and hella judgmental of everyone’s life choices, especially yours?”
He nodded and sat back in his chair a little.“So you have met her,” he said.
Stiles laughed. “No, I’m pretty sure I haven’t. But now I’m getting that Lydia and Laura are friends. Sorry, I thought Lydia knew you personally and talked to you directly when she set up this date.”
