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_{Lydia visits the Beacon Hills Diner every mid evening of the week, near closing time to drink one of her delicacies—coffee. A quiet place to read and gather her thoughts as bus boy, Stiles, one of the last employees at midnight, watches her from behind the counter in silence, appreciative of her calm demeanor. He notices she’s the simple type, sitting in the same spot; routinely ordering her mundane flavor of coffee, as voiced to other coworkers who’s served her single table, and he finds it intriguing. Looking forward to seeing that strawberry blond girl with each progressive night, he makes it an obligation to talk to her; somehow. It’s an ambiguous form of communication, as Stiles makes distinct requests through his shy earnings toward other staff members, like sending Lydia alphabet soup with messages in them that tell her to ‘enjoy your evening’, or ‘do you like the music tonight?’.  Even before she comes in, already there, is coffee hot and waiting. —And on a napkin after she leaves, he receives the most one worded of replies, but all are valued. With patience; time, Stiles kicks it up a notch to tweak the coffee some(otherwise sharing a word with her supposed waiter/waitress), which minimally forward suggestions on trying something new. He’s secretly recommending the specials, hoping to get her out of her comfort zone while she is clearly doing the same for him. Every napkin reciprocation, extra tip or smile at the back is an exchange. He doesn’t know whether she’s suspicious or not, yet he likes what he’s trying to do. Maybe she does too, whoever this mysterious admirer is.}