I do not own Teen Wolf
I was waltzing around the counter, pot of hot coffee and order pad in hand. My station of the café was pretty much empty, save for the lonely straggler in the farthest corner, besides the window. I peered at him for a moment, admiring his appearance.
Rude, I know, but the man was gorgeous. Black hair, tan skin, and pale green eyes I could view clearly from my distance away. With a sigh, I picked up the pot again and swayed my way towards him. As always he held a concentrated expression as his eyes quickly skimmed over each line in the book he was reading. I wondered what it was now, Moby Dick, or another leather bound journal without a title.
"What is it today? You finish you're last leather bound?" He laid his hard glance on me, it was a good one. Serious, piercing eyes and a quirked eyebrow as if to ask, 'what about it?' I chuckled tightly, sliding in on the edge of the booth seat, crossing my legs beneath the table. "I don't expect you to respond, you always have been a quiet guy. Only time you've ever spoken to me was when you asked for your usual. Black Coffee and a toasted bagel for the stranger in the back corner."
Once more, he only looked at me, closing his book and setting it softly on the table. He was virtually expressionless, just staring at me from across the laminate grey table. I sighed at his silence and clapped my hands, "Okay, well, I'm getting off -", I checked the retro clock above the kitchen door, "Half an hour ago. If you want anything else, Judy is still behind the counter. Otherwise, I will be going. Enjoy your book."
I pushed myself up from the table, stopping at the sound of a low, husky voice. "Could I get a check?"
I smirked on one side of my face, looking down to my right as he peered up at me. "Can I get a name?"
He squinted, considering it for a moment, "No." My smirk tugged at my lip again and I placed my hands on the back of the booth and the table, leaning close, "Then you can get Judy to ring you up."
He didn't move, "You can't just get me a check?" I couldn't tell if it was annoyance or flirtation in his voice but he smelt of amusement. "You can't just give me a name?"
He looked me dead in the eye but I didn't flinch, never in a million years would I flinch. Even if my stomach did a little summersault as he stared through me. Who was this guy? "If I tell you my name, will you give me my check?" I could feel his breath fan my face from how close we were.
I looked right at him, "Happily", I whispered.
He thought for a moment before silently nodding, and I swore I could see gears in his head turning. "Derek Hale." I small smile grew on my lips, "One check, coming right up". Abruptly I pulled back walked behind the counter with a straight spine, and a high head. Whilst I counted the change in my hands, and printed a receipt, I glanced at him from the corner of my eye.
Said Derek Hale was sitting sideways in the booth, focus etched in his stoic features. I could imagine he was trying to figure himself a puzzle. Snatching the pen from beside the register I wrote on the edge of the receipt. Holding it and his 30 cents change in my palm dropped it on the corner of the table as I walked by. Untying my apron I sprinted lightly into the tiny storage room, and shoved the small thing into my bag and heaving it over my shoulder.
3rd Person POV
Derek turned and watched as she skipped by, dropping the receipt and change on the table and darting away. He pocketed the 3 dimes and looked at the total on the paper. But the blue streaky words on the bottom caught his attention.
If you know MY name, call me Sometime, 555- 939-4768
-Your usual waitress
Somewhat surprised expression displayed on his face, Derek snapped his head to attention for that woman. He caught her eyes just as she put her weight against the door handle to push it open. She winked at him with a smirk and rolled around, jogging to her tiny little VW Jetta.
Derek thought hard about her name, slightly ashamed he hadn't looked at her name tag. Or done what a normal person would do and ask for the other's name when you introduce yourself. He could hear Judy – the rude old bat that owned the place – speaking to a younger woman.
"Oh! Gram, did you see that? That little move where she put her number on the receipt?" the younger girl was talking; or, more squealing rather.
"Of Course I saw it. That moves so old I did it back in the sixties. Used it on James Dean once, you know, back when I was a hot young thing", the old lady's cackling croaking voice was difficult to understand, what with the years and years of smoking. Derek probably wouldn't have heard it if not for his werewolf hearing.
"Ewww, Gramma that, is, nasty"
"Yeah, well, believe it or not, I had moves. How do you think I got that picture?" Derek glanced at the black and white photograph of James Dean up on a mantle.
"Okay well, I'm thinking that that hecka handsome, brooding hunk in the corner is Angelina trying to snatch herself a little something." The younger girl's voice was drenched with confidence.
"Karynna spit it out."
She huffed, "I'm thinking new boo?"
"Oh, that boy couldn't be her new boo. I doubt he'd last the month with her."
"Why? No confidence in a girl?"
"Oh it's not that. Either she's going to get bored or he's not going to be able to handle it. I'd bet good money on the latter." That peaked Derek's interest. Why wouldn't he be able to handle her; or, Angeline as he had perceived her name.
Realizing that the betas were still practically alone at his house, the alpha picked up the book from the table and shoved the now folded receipt in his pocket. Derek pushed through the door, and loaded himself into the Camaro, Angeline still on his mind.
She was stunning, smoldering even. Dark brown hair, pulled up into a half bun, locks of hair stood out and up from behind her head. Normally it's up like that, but on occasion it's down. Straightened, a shoulder length bob, a bang swept over on the left. The daring and dark clothing she usually wore contrasted soft, warm ivory skin. But what usually, no, always caught his immediate gaze, was her eyes. Auburn irises, long black lashes on both bottom and top. Her makeup was generally dark, all but highlighting the light brown-red tint in her magnificent eyes.
From his position where he usually sat, she appeared to be about 5'2'. She wasn't a big girl, curvy yes, very curvy, but not fat, maybe 150 pounds. She was gorgeous, and a part of him wondered why she had slipped him her number. He'd been told more than once that he was good looking, he got flirted with often. But most of it was meaningless smiles and winks.
Derek thought back to when she left the café. She'd winked at him, too. Winked her auburn eye at him with a small smile. And he'd had himself a huffing chuckle to himself once he thought back on it. Of course this was when he was alone, in his car, driving back to the pack.
Oh, the pack…
He'd been going to the DeVille Café for nearly a month. At first it was because he was stressed out with the betas and needed a break from his own life. The Daily-DeVille was on the directly across the forest from Hale House. Once he saw it after wandering aimlessly past tree after tree, He couldn't see the harm in taking a breather for 15 minutes or so. That's when Derek first saw her.
Angeline had politely made a couple of most likely risky jokes at him while she showed him his seat. It didn't take him long to deduce that the food was bad and the coffee was almost stale half of the time. But the place was nice and quiet due to vacancy of customers and the seats were comfortable. And seeing his favorite waitress everyday was a plus.
Derek cursed himself at that thought. Oh, if the pack knew what he was doing now. Driving across the forest almost every day at the same time to see a girl who works as a waitress. Lydia would squeal, she would downright squeal. Allison would smile, for once Erica would be speechless, and all the boys would be silent because they would be in shock. Derek doubted any of the males believed he had any real romantic life because he had quote on quote 'no heart'.
As soon as the Camaro pulled in on the gravel drive way of his house, the betas were out on the porch, hounding him like crazy.
"So, how's your girlfriend?" Stiles shouted at Derek from the kitchen.