Noah slung his arm around Stiles’ shoulder as they stepped into the diner. Stiles was rambling about the importance of eating healthy, avoiding greasy and salty foods, and Noah patiently listened as images of double cheeseburgers and onion rings danced in his head.

“Hiya, boys,” Wren greeted with a mischievous grin, shoving her little notepad into the pocket of her apron. “Usual booth?”