FBI (For Basic Idiots)

“Thanks.” Derek shoots her small smile, finally glances back to Stiles. He smirks slightly when he sees her hiding behind her own menu, lifts a hand and gently pulls it down so he can see her. His smirk widens when she only blinks back at him, stares back at him with those lovely big amber eyes of hers. He almost forgets to breath. Almost forgets what he was going to say. “Lemme guess – two cheeseburgers stuffed with bacon and lots of curly fries?” Her eyes widen, then, quickly narrow, and Stiles’ heart simply flutters at the proud little grin he gives her. Somehow, she steels herself enough to answer without sounding like a total idiot. “You forgot about the strawberry milkshake.”