What the hell is a Stiles? (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} _stiles) wrote, |
His hand crept over to Derek’s thigh as they drove, tapping his fingers gently. “My parents used to send me to Scott’s when they wanted to go on a date and have a night in to themselves,” Stiles smiled. “I always thought it was because they wanted me to have a great time, but i know now it was all purely selfish.” He turned his head towards Derek. “We’ll have lots of people to send the pups to when we want some private time.” During Stiles’ heats especially. They had no shortage of babysitters.
“I looove Italian food,” Stiles purred as they stepped into the restaurant, his stomach giving a confirming grumble as he smelt all of the food- but he wouldn’t eat too much. No, he’d show some restraint so that they could enjoy their night together.
Whilst he’d eaten with Derek a lot, they’d never been out to eat together. And Stiles didn’t know if it was because the people here remembered Derek and his family from a long time ago, or because Derek had a lot of money, but he’d never had the kind of reception he received by the waiter that greeted them. Nor had he ever been led to one of the best tables in the restaurant.
Several people looked at them as they walked through, some alphas, possibly because they could smell the scent of them. He preferred to think that than think it was because he was an omega.
“Wow,” he breathed as they were left with their menus. “Do I look okay?” Was he under dressed? He was sure he was fine. But he should have known the prices were going to scare him. “Wow,” he added, unconsciously skimming for the cheapest thing on the menu that wasn’t a plain salad. “Fancy place. Thank you for bringing me here-“