Bear, Samoyed (2 y/o), Franklin & Church St., New York, NY • “He’s basically a person – he’s very emotive with his eyebrows and smile, and he’s a rascal. We’re expecting a daughter any day now, and he’ll go and take one of her toys and walk right in front of us just so we’ll see him. He tries to get in trouble – he wants the attention.”
She had straggly, waist-length, dirty blonde hair, very pale eyebrows and protuberant eyes that gave her a permanently surprised look. The girl gave off an aura of distinct dottiness. Perhaps it was the fact that she stuck her wand behind her left ear for safekeeping, or that she had chosen to wear a necklace of Butterbeer corks, or that she was reading a magazine upsidedown.
“Do you even like
dating him?” Cora asks. It sounds a little curious, but mostly like an
accusation. Feels a little bit like being in the third grade again, somebody
demanding if he likes boy bands.
Derek looks over at her. Her arms are crossed. There’s a crease
between her eyebrows, a very Meg Ryan look on her face. He thinks about
answering. Then he says, “Do you like dating Zach?”
“Zach is polite to me,” Cora says immediately, and
sure. That’s a good point. Stiles does, in fact, treat Derek like his
irritatingly bookish lab partner from time to time. On a bad day, Derek will
end up trying to whack him with a ladle.