So beautiful, so rare, so exotic. The small town of Beacon Hills hadn't seen such unique foreign beauty like yours in many full moons, and Stiles Stilinski was absolutely loving it, the moment you said your introduction to class was the moment he held his breath and heartbeat, he's pretty sure you're not even fully human.

The sunlight from the large windows in this crappy college building made you look angelic wasn't enough, Stiles didn't even have a type but he knew you were his. He tried smiling but it just came off as a sarcastic smirk. The next day, he even tried opening your locker for you but ended up startling you. God, he was blowing it with the pretty foreigner.

Maybe this time would be different? You were listening to music in the library, unaware of his adoring gaze. He leaned to your desk, looking smug with a hint of nervousness and blurted out the stupidest thing alive. "Have you had a cheeseburger before?" He immediately gulped at his own dumbassery, real smooth. But the curious shine in your eyes said otherwise, on that day Stiles made the decision - he had to have you, no matter what.