Derek hung his head tiredly as he walked into the coffee shop. He needed caffeine and sugar to survive the day, court was awful.
”How can I help you?” a chipper voice asked, and he looked up to see the most beautiful man he had ever seen.
”Uuh,” he said and awkwardly rubbed his shoulder.
“Coffee?” the man asked and Derek’s cheeks heated up and he looked away.
“Please,” he squeaked and cleared his throat. “A latte, big. And...”
“We have freshly baked lemon squares, they’re popular?”
“Okay, yes please, thank you..?”
“Stiles,” the man said with a beaming smile.