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Chapter 1
Stiles fumbled with his shirt, why did all these coffee shops need you to wear their logo on your chest? It wasn't like they didn't already know that he already worked here if he stood behind the counter and gave them their coffee or something.
He pulled the shirt closer to his eyes so he could see the dolphin better. A dolphin... Couldn't they just get a coffee mug or something? Like others?
He let go of his shirt and almost walked into someone, as he looked up his eyes raked over the stranger. They were greeted with the sight of amazing abs like really amazing. He was wearing a copy of Stiles' shirt, and when Stiles looked at his face he was greeted with a glare. A really aggressive glare, a I'm going to kill you if you don't get out of my way now-glare. So Stiles smiled. "Sorry, didn't really see where I was going." Tall, dark and handsome just scowled and walked past him, okay scratsh that. Tall, dark, broody and hot. Like Greek god hot. He walked towards the managers office, past Erica who gave him a knowing wink and he looked back innocently.
The manager seemed to like him for who knows what reason and told him he'd get him the best to show him how to make the most deliscious coffee, because that was suddenly his live mission. "So who is this coffee-wizard?" He asked him. "Good that you ask, Derek Hale. He makes exquisite coffee, once you try his, you never go back." While he said this, he pointed at the Greek god Stiles had walked into sooner. "I'm sure I wouldn't." He muttered under his breath.
Derek was talking with a brunette, he said something and she laughed, then he laughed. And O MY GOD he could smile! As Stiles walked towards them, the brunette nodded his way and Derek looked up. "Well Der, your coming to dinner tonight, oh and you're cooking." She winked at Stiles. "Hi I'm Laura, I'm trying to live with this brooding mess here." Right. Living together. Okay. "Good luck with that. Bye!"
And with a wave she was out the door. Derek turned towards Stiles "How can I help you?" Well, Stiles sure knew something but god no, Jesus, this guy was taken. "The manager told me that you should teach me how to make a coffee. It seems that once I try yours, I'll never go back." Derek grunted "oh god, he said that?" Stiles nodded and looked expectantly at him. Derek sighed. Deep. And okay, Stiles knew he was annoying but he wasn't thát bad. "Fine."
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Derek was trying to show him how to work the grinder for the fifth time (or something like that) and this kid was still hanging towards Erica and gossiping. He was really working on his nerves, it was like he wanted to show Derek that he really did not care about coffee or manners, for that matter.
Derek was trying to keep himself from choking him and accidentally messed up his coffee. "Hey dude, I think you did that wrong. Or is it like, supposed to smell like that?" Derek gave him the death glare, the one that made people think he was a serial murderer or so his sister said. But this one just smiled at him.
It made Derek want to rip his throat out, with his teeth. He glanced up at the clock and let out a relieved sigh, just five more minutes, then he was free.
"So how do you do that thing with the grinder again?" Derek growled at him, he just showed him. "Just... Try." As he moved closer to the grinder, Derek moved farther away, just in case he managed to blow something up.
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He did, Stiles (he knew his name now) actually managed to blow up the grinder by filling it with too much coffee beans and grind them with too much force.
Derek was going to kill Stiles.