Allison grinned at him and watched his whole face go slack, mouth falling open a little. When he continued to just stare at her, her smile faded a little.
“Everything okay?” she asked.
“Yes,” he said too loudly, then winced. “You just… I… You… I didn’t…” he stammered.
His friend leaned around his shoulder to speak to her. “Those dimples hit him like a punch to the gut, man,” the other boy said, grinning mischievously. “He can’t talk because he thinks you’re beautiful."
“Stiles!” the first boy yelped, elbowing him sharply in the stomach.
“Ow, dude! What?” Stiles said, backing away a little. “It’s not like you were going to come up with anything coherent any time soon.”
The boy glared at him and turned back to Allison, who was making a heroic effort to suppress her giggles.
“Sorry,” he said, “My mom’s a nurse and she hates it when patients hit on her. She told me never to do that to a girl while she’s working, so I’m not trying to… Not that I wouldn’t want… I mean, I wouldn’t want… But I would want…”
Allison had gotten lost in the woulds and wouldn’ts so she was glad when Stiles took it upon himself to translate. He draped an arm around his friend’s shoulder and clapped a hand to his mouth.
“He thinks you’re pretty and he would like to ask for your number, but he doesn’t want to ask while you’re working because he wouldn’t like to make you uncomfortable.” He glanced sideways at his friend and said, “Scott, we’ve been friends for over a dozen years. You should know better than to think licking my hand will work.”
This was the most hilarious thing to happen to Allison in weeks and she couldn’t help it when her giggles spill over. Stiles grinned at her, and Scott stared at her with wide eyes.
She handed Stiles their bag, but kept their receipt for herself. She flipped it over and uncapped the pen next to the register, writing down her number. Scott was pretty cute and he seemed like a good guy despite needing an interpreter. Why not?
The girl flashed her dimples as she folded the receipt and leaned forward to tuck it into the pocket of Scott’s hoodie. Stiles was practically vibrating with glee, while Scott just looked stunned.
“Thank you for shopping at Michael’s, Stiles and Scott. See you later,” she said.
“See you later, Allison,” Stiles said, shooting her that mischievous grin before dragging an astounded Scott away from the counter and out the door.
Allison had a split second of surprise and fear, wondering how he knew her name, before she remembered her name tag. She wondered if Scott would text her and had a mental image of him and Stiles discussing the best way to start a conversation. She grinned, thinking maybe this new town wouldn’t be so bad after all.