“Could this be anymore cliché?” Isaac complained as Stiles dragged him out of the car.
The human shushed him and Isaac fell into line, following him over to a row of shoulder-height bushes. They ducked out of sight; Isaac crossed his arms over his chest as Stiles pushed back the leaves and peered through.
The seconds turned to minutes. Isaac cracked his neck. “Anything?”
Stiles shot him an icy glare. “Could you be anymore impatient?”
“Could you answer the question?”
Stiles sighed, turning away. In a defeated tone, he replied, “No.”
Isaac smirked. “Great. Let’s end this stakeout and go.”