Wrong Place, Right Time

 [Sterekdrabbles challenge for 12/14/18: “choke, miserable, cafe”]

Stiles choked on his coffee when a leather jacketed god entered Café le Miserable’s crowd of sleep-deprived college students.

Murder-face notwithstanding, the new-comer was hot, the kind of hot that got Stiles’s heart racing and brain scheming.

“You lost, dude?”

After a glare, “My sister said meet her here,”

“At Café Miserable?”

“She only gave me an address.”

“Yeah, dude, you got numbers switched around. Fortunately, I know exactly where you need to be.”

Stiles led the way, damned if he wasn’t getting his hooks, or something, in the guy.

“OK,” he heard. “But please stop calling me dude.”