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Coffee is the second most important liquid in life, and the coffee shop is the Garden of Eden.
Stiles is grabbing a large coffee with a mountain of whipped cream, along with a black coffee for his dad. The newly-reinstated Sheriff has him filing papers at the police station during the summer in a last ditch effort to keep his too busy to investigate crime scenes.
Derek likes neither, but he does like iced frappuccinos. It's nobodies business.
“Heeeeeey Derek” Stiles stutters out, limbs settling as he realizes who is standing in the path of his exit. He mouths the straw while glancing around awkwardly.
“Stiles” Derek nods.
This is not right at all. They should be meeting in the woods while terror pulses through his veins, or while scrabbling to flee something. There should be running, not caramel sauce.
“How’s Scott?”
It’s stupid and juvenile, but it pisses him off and the annoyance burns through his awkwardness. “Thanks Derek, I am doing well. Yes I’m glad to hear you’re doing fine in return. Lovely fucking weather we’re having, temperature is supposed to climb tomorrow. Oh, Scott? Yeah, he’s doing fabulous except for the fact that he’s a werewolf. Thanks, you have a nice day too!” he bites off before slipping around a table and out the door.
Derek just stares after him. “Stiles, that’s not what I…”
“Whatever, dude.”