It was the Wednesday after the party and Stiles was desperate for coffee. He needed it in order to focus long enough to get his paper done before Matt came over that evening.

The cafe he wandered into on the way to the library was packed but had a stool open at the counter near a power outlet. Stiles swooped in and took the seat before anyone else could. A barista came up to him a few seconds after he took his seat.

"You guys have free Wi-Fi right?" Stiles asked the woman, who nodded. "Perfect, largest triple espresso you have and keep them coming."

The woman wrote down his order and walked away. Stiles pulled out his laptop and plugged it into the outlet.

"That's a lot of coffee for one person," said the man next to him.

"Adderall isn't working today," Stiles answered dismissively as he powered up his computer.

"No wonder you're a spaz who can stand extreme amounts of sugar," the man replied a smile in his voice.

"How do you-" Stiles asked looking up from his laptop. There he was smiling at Stiles and looking every bit as perfect as Stiles remembered.

"Derek," Stiles said a smile creeping onto his features.

"Stiles," Derek replied with a nod, putting his book down on the counter. "Well one thing's for sure; the lighting at that party did not do you justice."

"Wow, um. Thanks," Stiles said, blushing slightly and feeling flattered. He had thought that Derek hadn't been interested in him, that thought had now been shattered into tiny pieces.

"So, what're…what're you doing here?" Stiles asked curiously.

"Brushing up on Bioluminescence for one of the classes I TA" Derek answered showing the front of the text he was reading from. "What are you working on?"

"A paper for my Urban Sociology class and then if I've got time I'll finish the code for my Programming Languages course" Stiles explained as he started to type. The barista came back and set down Stiles' coffee, the younger man picked up 10 packets of sugar and proceeded to dump them into the coffee. Derek watched this in mild horror, eliciting a smirk from Stiles.

"I don't have to hide my dirty little secret from you, since you know already," Stiles said with a wink before practically chugging the cup.

"That'd be interesting to learn," Derek replied with a sly smile that made Stiles heart start to race.

"Wha-what would be interesting to learn?" Stiles stammered.

"Your dirty little secrets," Derek said standing up and pulling his wallet out.

"So I don't do this often but I want to get to know you better. Is it possible for me to get your number?" Derek asked as he pulled out money to pay for his drink.

"Uh yeah, I-I'd like that," Stiles stuttered totally flustered, practically falling out of his seat trying to get a piece of paper out of his bag. Derek chuckled and placed his hand to the small of Stiles' back to steady the younger man.

Stiles was finding it a bit hard to breathe and his hands shook as he jot down his number, handing it over to Derek.

"Thanks, I'm looking forward to seeing you again," Derek said and left.

Stiles took a deep breath and a few moments to try and figure out if that really just happened. He quickly opened Skype to see if Scott was online, wanting to find out everything his best friend knew about the man.

Later that night Stiles was stretched out on his bed when he got a text from Derek.

How do you feel about Italian food? -DH

Love it got a place in mind? -SS

There's this little bistro not far from campus, if you're free Friday night I'd like to take you. -DH

Stiles was typing out his reply when he heard a camera click.

"Matt what have I said about taking photos of me without my permission?" Stiles admonished.

"You know you love it. Plus, you can't deny an artist when they have the perfect subject before them naked in bed," Matt replied, sitting on the bed next to Stiles and showed him the photo.

Stiles glanced over and rolled his eyes, going back to tapping out a time to meet. Matt put his camera down on the bed side table and laid on his side, head propped up by his arm next to Stiles.

"So who're you texting?" Matt inquired.

"Guy I met at a party Friday," Stiles replied as he continued to text with Derek.

"Should I be jealous?" Matt asked.

"Why? We're not exclusive," Stiles stated.

"Nah you're right." Matt dismissed. Stiles missed the flash of sadness because he was still looking at his phone.

"So, he ever going to join us?" Matt continued.

"I don't know, you might feel a little inadequate next to him," Stiles replied with a smirk. Matt took the phone from Stiles' hands and placed it next to his camera. He then straddled the other man trapping Stiles hands above his head.

"I wasn't inadequate a half hour ago, or do I need to remind you?" Matt whispered in Stiles ear.

"If you must," Stiles replied with a smug smirk before Matt kissed him.