Stiles had never entertained the idea of meeting Derek outside of New York. It seemed like a ludicrous scenario. Derek belonged to the city, like the Statue of Liberty or the costume characters that harassed tourists in Times Square.
But apparently, Derek Hale occasionally left his habitat. Either that or he had a doppelganger that was currently shopping for groceries in Beacon Hills, scrutinizing an assortment of low-fat yoghurts with undivided attention.
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