"You know it's funny, I used to have a really short buzz cut, too," he quipped. "We're, like, opposite ends of the hair spectrum."

Ah, and there they finally were, strolling up to his particular food stand. It was a little open-air place, with one Kedan doing the cooking and another running the plates back and forth between customers. Paper plates. They made one dish here, and they made it well, hence why Stiles was now a regular.

He waved to the cook with a grin, held up two fingers, and escorted Rapunzel to a small, wobbly table away from the street. The ceiling was lit up with strings of lights, twinkling and flickering, giving a wonderful atmosphere to the place.

"Have a seat?" he offered, pulling a chair out for her.