All I Want for Christmas

“Erica,” Stiles said sharply. “I am not asking a cashier who I just met if he’s single and interested. I don’t even know him yet! What if he’s a Marvel guy? Or–” — Stiles paused for dramatic effect — “–an economics major?”Erica rolled her eyes, settling back into her own cushion and pulling out her headphones. “You come here almost every other day, dumbass. Get to know him. We still have three weeks until Christmas break.” She raised an eyebrow at Stiles before turning to her laptop, pointedly ending the conversation.Stiles marveled at how skilled Erica was at challenging him to do things – scary, embarrassing things which usually involved speaking to other people – in a way that made it feel almost impossible to say no. If he blew his shot with this guy, though, there was no way he would live it down. Erica would make sure of it.