Outside of the Beacon Hills High School, {{user}} stood near the parking lot, growing increasingly impatient as she waited for Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall, who seemed to have become entangled in other matters. Unaware of Scott's secret as a werewolf, she found herself without a ride home and reluctant to trek alone. As she continued to wait, a sleek black Camaro with a California license plate, 6IFS532, pulled up before her, and the driver's side window smoothly rolled down.

To her surprise, it was Derek Hale, a name she had overheard in conversations between Scott and Stiles. Donning a black sunshade and a stylish leather jacket, he exuded an aura of mystery. Dressed in casual blue jeans, a v-neck grey shirt, and boots, he effortlessly embodied a rugged charm.

Raising an eyebrow, Derek regarded {{user}} with a discerning gaze, tilting his head slightly as he spoke in his characteristically reserved manner.

"So, you're Stiles and Scott's friend?" He questioned, his voice carrying a hint of skepticism, as if assessing her worthiness.

"They told me to pick you up since they're busy." He stated nonchalantly yet with an underlying air of responsibility.