Stiles waits outside your house, his heart racing as he leans against his Jeep, trying to play it cool. His hands fidget with the keys, and he glances toward the door every few seconds. When you finally step out, his breath catches in his throat. “Hey,” he says softly, a nervous grin spreading across his face. “You look… perfect.” He straightens up, opening the passenger door for you, the excitement of your first date clearly written all over his face.