"Look, over there. That's him."

Stiles pointed across the street as he said it, his heart fluttering in his chest. He didn't even know his name, or who he was, but...he wanted to. He wanted to know about this guy's life, about his interests and his family and his favorite food and what time he would go to bed and... He was getting ahead of himself.

"Whoah man... He's-"

"Hot, yeah..." Stiles sighed. This guy was way out of his league, and by the looks of it, at least a couple years older than him. Stiles continued to watch as he stopped across the street and looked at his phone; looking around, almost as if he was looking for something. He looked at Stiles, who had already been staring at him, and Stiles quickly averted his eyes.

He absentmindedly took a sip of his coffee and let out an exasperated sigh.

"Well, why don't you talk to him?"

Stiles scoffed and gave him a dirty look. "Scott, I can't just 'talk to him'. I wouldn't even know what to say! I don't know who he is, what he does, hell I don't even know if he likes guys! If I knew we had, like, a common interest or a reason to talk, or something, then maybe I would!"

"Suit yourself. All I'm saying is that it can't hurt."

Stiles sighed again. "Look, can we just go inside? I wanna see if they've got any new books."

Stiles and Scott had a lot of free time over the summer, and they ended up spending a lot of it at a bookstore that had recently opened up. It was small and though it was new, had an ancient air about it. The book store was technically only half of it; the first floor was a coffee shop that had a few tables and cushioned window ledges. It was actually a pretty genius idea, customers didn't have to buy books to read them so they could check them out and read them for free, as long as they didn't leave the store.

The two would meet their almost every day, get a coffee and talk. When they were together they didn't do much reading, but on days when Scott was busy with other things, Stiles would curl up on one of the ledges and sometimes spend a whole day just reading. He started the summer by finishing all of his schoolwork for the next year, so he planned on spending the remainder of it doing what he wanted.

On that particular day, on their way up the creaky narrow staircase that led to the library, Stiles noticed for the first time a sign that said in messy blue letters, "Help Wanted". He stopped frowned, wondering how he had missed it for multiple weeks. Scott was already on the floor above, and by the sound of it talking to someone that he knew. Stiles shrugged and the idea of getting a job there suddenly popped into his mind. He spent a majority of his time there anyway, why not get paid for it too? He quickly scurried up the stairs, the sounds of conversation growing louder.

Scott was facing towards him, so Stiles couldn't see the girl he was talking to. Her hair looked familiar though, it was long and curly and strawberry blonde, and Stiles didn't know why he was drawing a complete blank. Scott noticed him and gestured towards Stiles. She turned around and ran towards him, tackling him with a hug. Stiles was in shock, realizing that it was Lydia when he inhaled and smelled her familiar perfume. She had gone off to some college program across the country, and Stiles thought she would be there for the whole summer.

"Oh my god Lydia, you're back! Wait... you're back?"

She peeled herself off of him and laughed. "Yes, I'm back! The program...was not exactly what I was hoping for."

"Was it too difficult? Even for you?"

She laughed again, harder this time. "Don't be ridiculous, the problem was it wasn't nearly as advanced as I was hoping it would be!"

He rolled his eyes; that made much more sense. Lydia was definitely the smartest person he knew, sometimes he even wondered why she was still in high school. "So what brings you here?"

"I heard that they needed some help! I don't know why I even bothered with a resume, they basically just gave me the job."

He felt slightly disappointed, and by Lydia's reaction he could tell that it showed. "Wait, Stiles were you looking to get a job here?"

He shook his head. "No, I literally didn't find out they were even looking for help until a couple minutes ago. Scott and I just spend a lot of time here, and I thought it might be cool. I'm totally happy for you though!"

"I'm pretty sure they'd be willing to hire you. You said you spend a lot of time here right? That could be an advantage! If you talk to the woman at the counter over there, you can probably set something up!" She quickly glanced at her watch. "Oh shit, I need to go. I'm meeting Allison for lunch, but I start tomorrow so I'll see you then!"

Stiles heard her go down the stairs, and the opening and closing of the door downstairs. He smiled, not even realizing how much he had missed her, and happy that he was finally over her. He much preferred her as a friend anyway; kissing her seemed wrong and weird when it happened.

He walked over to the counter, passing Scott who was on his tip toes, perusing some of the higher shelves to see if there was anything interesting.

The woman at the reception, who Stiles knew as Mary, said "Welcome to the Open Windows Library, how can I-oh Stiles it's you! How can I help you dear?"

"Well Mary, I saw your 'Help Wanted' sign and I was wondering if that help was still, you know, wanted?"

She smiled. "Well a lovely girl just came in and took the empty position that we were trying to fill... But I'm sure we would be able to fit you in somehow! How would you feel about running the counter?"

"What, you mean take your job? I wouldn't wanna do that!"

"Don't think of it as replacing me dear, it would be more like assisting me!" He smiled and nodded.

"Ok then, when do I start?"

"Actually...Are you free right now?"