Thank god. Please spare him that embarrassment.

Ridiculously relived that they have arrived, Stiles ducks inside and makes a beeline for the front. Even though it was part of a deal, he's famished. After all, the only reason Stiles had even waited in line for her booth was because he'd thought it was food. Silly him.

"I'm not paying for your drink," he warns, opening up his wallet and mourning the pathetic amount of money there.