Hey everyone, sorry I haven't updated in a while! School and soccer is really kicking me in the butt, so many freaking projects! BUT OMG DID U SEE THAT NEW TRAILER! OMG THE STYDIA FEELSSSS! I don't want to get too excited but omg I'm so excited! Anyway, I hope you like this short little drabble. All Human.

Lydia

I go to the same coffee shop every day before my internship at Vogue. Getting this internship was a dream come true, I get coffee for my other intern and our boss. My boss is Lupia Yong, she is elegant, beautiful, and absolutely terrifying. Now, don't get me wrong, this isn't some Devil Wears Prada shit, she isn't crazy. But if you do your job wrong or half assed your ass gets kicked to the curb. So I never hit the snooze and I never take a cab. I know the day I take a cab is the day there's a huge crash and I'm late to work. Suddenly my ass is on the curb and my mom's making me move back to Ohio to work at our diner. Not my dream.

Today, I am perfectly on time to my coffee shop which of course is the Starbucks on the corner of 7th street. I stand in line and order two double shot expressos, both with skim milk and two packets of sugar, and one coffee, black. I'm sure you can guess who that's for. Im up at the counter and I see Allison, this black haired beauty that's always working in the morning.

"Hey Lydia! Lemme guess…the usual?" she grins at me, her teeth perfectly straight. I laugh and respond with a yes. She smiles and turns to make my coffee. I'm standing at the waiting area when I see a young man looking at me from across the shop. I turn to look at him directly in the eyes, he smiles shyly and turns back to his newspaper. What 22 year old reads a newspaper? Allison calls my name and I grab my three coffees, give her a quick smile, and head for the door. As I'm reaching for it, another hand, a bigger hand, comes around me and opens the door for me.

"Ladies First" He says with strong charisma. His other hand motioning me through the door. I smile and whisper a quick thank you before rushing out the door.

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For some reason I spent an extra 15 minutes on my hair today. I walk to my coffee shop with a strange feeling in my stomach. I walk in, my heels clicking on the tile and go to stand in line. I feel a body come up behind me.

"Lydia, beautiful name, very unique."

I smile and turn around and see the same man from before, up close he's even cuter. He has chocolate brown hair and eyes to match…like melted chocolate. I find myself staring.

"I was named after my godmother." I state "And since you know my name, I think it's customary you tell me yours?" He gives me a goofy grin. I wanted to know about him.

"Its Stiles, Stiles Stilinski." I think he could tell by my facial expression the question I was going to ask next, or he gets this question a lot. "And no, stiles is not my real name, but it's what I like to be called." I nod, I can respect that. "So this may be very cliché, but come here often?" I giggle and he knows he's got me, his goofy smile turns to a wide grin.

"I know I know very cheesy, but really, I see you here every day."

"So that means you come here every day too?" I question back.

"No, I mean I come at least twice a week, but every time I do, you're always here." I am next in line, which disappoints me a little.

"Well my works right down the street so-"

"NEXT!" cuts me off, and I give a small smile before turning around to Allison.

"Oh hey Lyds! The usual coming up!" I hear a chuckle behind me.

"You have a usual." I smirk and turn to wait by the table where you get your drinks. As Stiles is ordering I can tell he knows Allison too. He goofs around and even playfully hits her in the shoulder as she types in his order then kiddingly tells him to leave her alone. He turns and come towards me, another dumb but endearing goofy smile on his face. His suit looking even better from far away.

"So you were saying"

"You know Allison too" We both ask at the same time. I blush. He smirks.

"Yeah, I know Ally, she dates my best friend, Scott. I get a discount." He shrugs. "now back to you."

"Well, my works right down the street and my horrid boss always wants a drink every morning so I stop in here to get it, simple as that." My drinks are up. I go over to grab them. I turn around and smile shyly

"Well I guess this is goodbye" He looks at me like I have grown another head.

"Goodbye?! Lydia, I'll see you tomorrow." He says with such confidence that I know he isn't joking one bit. I roll my eyes and give one last smile before heading for the door.

"TOMORROW, 7 ON THE DOT, DON'T YOU FORGET!" He yells through the entire coffee shop, unembarrassed. I turn around and shake my head, turning the brightest color of red. Then I'm out the door.

For the next two weeks we meet up in that coffee shop every day at 7. And every day I hope he asks me out on a real date, but every day it's just "I'll see you tomorrow Lydia." Being the modern woman I am, sometimes I think about just asking him, but for some reason I can never bring myself to. We only talk for about 10 minutes, but they are the most interesting and fun 10 minutes of my day. He just has this personality that sucked me in farther and farther. Until one day, he wasn't there.

I walked in to my favorite coffee shop, expecting his goofy smile to be the first thing I see, unfortunately, it's not. I look around the coffee shop, searing for that cocoa brown hair and tailored suit. I never find him. I tried to hide my disappointment as I get to the front of the line. Allison isn't there either. I give the grumpy 40 year old woman my order. Of course, she messes it up. Allison never messes up. He doesn't show up that whole week, neither does Ally.

Finally the next week I walk in to see Ally working again. No Stiles. I get up in line and see her smile is strained, forced. "The usual" she says. Doesn't mention Stiles, I don't ask. I respond and pay. Days go by and it's the same thing, a forced smile and no mention of where the hell Stiles is. Finally I just assume he got bored, or found another strawberry blonde to talk to.

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It's a warm, sunny Sunday afternoon and I'm taking my dog Prada for a walk. She is a small, white dog, perfect for a city girl like me. We walk through the park and after a 2 mile walk, I sit down and watch a pick up soccer game in the grass. Suddenly, I see him, kicking the ball to a black haired kid. To say I was shocked was an understatement. He surprisingly looks even cuter in sports clothes. I'm sure he feels my eyes on his face because suddenly he turn and look me right in the eye. I gasp lightly, I probably look like a stalker. I get up quickly and walk Prada down the parkway.

"Lydia! Hey Lydia!" I hear behind me, I don't stop until a big hand is on my shoulder, turning me around.

"Oh hey Stiles." I say blandly. He gives me a sad look.

"Look Lydia, I'm really sorry I've bailed out on our coffee runs-" I interrupt.

"Stiles is fine, I'm a stranger, you don't owe me anything." I turn away but his hands pull me back.

"No no Lydia, I haven't been there cause…" long pause "My dad passed away." I look at him and know he isn't lying. I feel like an ass.

'Oh my god, Stiles Im so sorry."

"Its life." He looks down, then back up with puppy eyes. "I was going to go to the coffee shop tomorrow and explain, I promise." A yell from the field interrupts my response.

"Stiles lets go dude!"

"I'll just see you tomorrow okay?" I begin to walk away, I'm 20 yards away when he yells again.

"HOW ABOUT A DATE TONIGHT! MEET AT THE COFFEE SHOP? 7 PM!" I turn, his hands are cupped around his very kissable lips.

"Sounds like a date."

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