As Liz called Stiles name, he snapped back into reality. He wasn't sure why he felt the way he did, but something felt different about just being around Derek in those short moments.
"Yeah, what did you need Liz?" Stiles said as he walked with his cousin into the backroom.
"Are you doing okay? You seem a little spacy today. And don't make any jokes."
"Oh, you know me too well. I feel fine, actually more than fine. "Stiles said with a slight smile, as his mind drifted off into Derek land.
"Stiles? Stiles? STILES! Snap out of it! I'm glad you're fine, but we are getting busy. So bust your butt today!" Liz couldn't help but laugh a little.
"I'm ready to prove myself." Feeling like he could conquer the world, he was ready to face the long night of complaining customers and greasy messes.
Heading back out to make sure Derek and Max were doing okay, his smile turned to a frown. "Max, where's Derek?"
"Oh, don't worry he left you more than enough for his bill. Have fun with the extra money."
As Stiles went for the money he noticed a napkin with some scribbles on it under the money. Suddenly the good tip didn't mean so much. Not mentioning it to Max, he grabbed it along with the money. Reaching the cash register, he decided to read the scribbled napkin.
I wish I could have said goodbye. I hope to see you around. – Derek
Grinning hard, he spun around to see Michael staring at him from the kitchen. "What?"
"Oh, nothing dude. " Michael replied, and continued flipping the burgers.
Stiles ignored him, and went back to doing his job. He was ready for the night to go by, so it could be one day closer to possibly seeing the stranger with a name, Derek Hale.