#hmnal

“Hey, love--so I don’t really know what you guys do for your birthdays, but I have some pastel colors and a bed, so... is that enough?”

This other guy had literally been going on about his fitness plan for at least ten minutes now. Cordelia didn’t even have to say anything to him. She just stared at him, trying not to be rude. Where was Stiles? She hoped her best friend hadn’t deserted her - not before they both found someone.. well, not horrible to spend some time with. She was doing an okay job dealing with this situation, until fitness guy got a little bit in her space - “Um, no thank you.” She said shrilly, leaning away from him. “I’m, uh, actually seeing someone?” Come on, Stiles, that’s your cue. H e l p.

“Stiles, you need to wake up.” The brunette was saying to her so-called husband, shaking his shoulder. “We’ve got things to do today, remember?” Things like tracking international criminal and playboy Peter Hale - who was rumoured to be leaving the country soon, they just had to get the rest of the info so they could halt his contacts, too.