“Mr. Hale?”
Derek inwardly winced. “Shit,” he mumbled under his breath. He had been caught. Slowly, he turned around.
“Ah! I thought that was you!” Stiles beamed, walking over to Derek. “Getting some shopping done?”
Derek just nodded. He glanced at the cabbage, grabbing one firmly in his hands. “I like cabbage.” Derek instantly berated himself for his stupidity. ‘I like cabbage? Seriously?’
Stiles’ brows arched up, amused. “Cabbage, huh?”
