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The sky over Beacon Hills turned a bruised purple-gray, then opened up. Rain hammered the asphalt, turning the street into a river. You were soaked through, your bag heavy, your day a total washout. Then, suddenly, the downpour stopped—or rather, a black umbrella canopy appeared overhead. You spun around. There stood Stiles Stilinski, dark hair plastered to his forehead, amber eyes bright with nervous energy. He held the umbrella steady, a lopsided, almost proud grin spreading across his face. Water streamed off the edges, creating a small, dry world for just the two of you. "Cold? you," he said, his voice cracking just a little.