(Soundtrack: Call Me Maybe, Carly Rae Jepsen) (yes I went there)
Stiles has watched Notting Hill approximately eighty times, You’ve Got Mail about 15 times, Beauty and the Beast — he’s lost count of how many times he’s watched that, but Shiver his one of his favorite books (even though he’ll never admit that), so it’s pretty safe to say he understands the appeal of bookshops. He totally does.
That’s why he’s planning on getting a job at the on-campus bookshop. Peter - the guy who owns it - and he are friends, Stiles is a hundred percent sure the job is already his, so this interview is just a formality.
However, Stiles is not prepared for the sight that greets him as soon as he walks into the Hale Bookstore. The guy behind the counter looks like something coming straight out of a young adult novel, one of those books where everyone is Tall, Handsome, possibly covered in runes and with Green Eyes. Exceptionally Green Eyes, if he dare say so, that also light up when the other guy smiles, and Stiles can totally do this. He can totally be brilliant. Right?
“You’re not Peter,” he says, and— okay, maybe that wasn’t the best thing to say. Maybe.
The guy stops smiling and nods, “Yeah. He’s on vacation. I’m his nephew."
"Oh.” A for effort, Stilinski… “Uhm. I have an interview? A job interview. To work here."
Tall and Handsome straightens his spine, fumbling around and picking up a post-it from the cash register. "Stil..inski? Stilinksi? Is this your name?”
“Nope. That’s my last name. Everyone calls me Stiles, anyway, and Peter does, too, so yeah. You can call me Stiles. Everyone calls me Stiles.”
“Calls me Stiles.”
The guy tries very hard to stifle a laughter and clears his throat instead, gesturing towards the door to the backroom. “Okay, go ahead and sit down, I’ll be right there.”
Stiles most definitely does not peek at Mystery Guy’s ass as he makes his way to the backroom door. Yep, he totally understands the appeal of bookshops.