[stiles doesn't know what he's doing here, honestly. he really doesn't.
one minute he'd been quietly minding his own business (okay, not a single part of that statement was true, stiles already has enough of a sense of himself to realize that loud and nosy are both more than fair descriptors for him, but that's beside the point really) and the next he's being accosted by a woman he's never met before in his life and handed a piece of paper with an address on it with instructions to show up the next day after noon.
unless he has met her before and just doesn't remember it, of course. this whole amnesia thing gives him a headache.
still, it's not like he had any better plans for today, so after a bit of hide and seek with street signs stiles eventually manages to find himself standing outside what... looks like a lingerie store? the hell? he double checks the address in his hand and it's definitely the right place so after squaring his shoulders and taking a breath to ready himself he steps in.]
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one minute he'd been quietly minding his own business (okay, not a single part of that statement was true, stiles already has enough of a sense of himself to realize that loud and nosy are both more than fair descriptors for him, but that's beside the point really) and the next he's being accosted by a woman he's never met before in his life and handed a piece of paper with an address on it with instructions to show up the next day after noon.
unless he has met her before and just doesn't remember it, of course. this whole amnesia thing gives him a headache.
still, it's not like he had any better plans for today, so after a bit of hide and seek with street signs stiles eventually manages to find himself standing outside what... looks like a lingerie store? the hell? he double checks the address in his hand and it's definitely the right place so after squaring his shoulders and taking a breath to ready himself he steps in.]
Hey, so... I'm not really sure why I'm here?