(It's okay, Stiles. That's the feeling that most people get around Rachel.)

"Guess I'll have to find a job," she says with an almost careless laugh, tossing her hair. Yeah, okay, this could work out. Maybe. If this Stiles guy isn't a creep. But even if he is, she can handle him. And he's already seen what she can do. "So where do you live, anyway? And are you sure your diva roommate is cool with me crashing?"