Californian <<Coup de foudre>> -- Love At First Sight for the Heroine

Fear was a curious feeling. Even more so when it was hard to use logic to make sense of a peculiar fear in the real world.

Some things were impossible. Impossible to speak about, too, unless one wants to sound crazy.

For a brief moment last night, Allison had seen something she shouldn't have and couldn't explain to people, the logical people.

She had seen something illogical.

The issue was that she saw that illogical thing too well, even if it was just for a brief moment...

The result was that the sight in question kept her from getting sleep.

With good reason, naturally— a conclusion only Stiles could suggest considering the regrettable circumstances he caused, though by accident...

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Sitting alone in a corner at the café's window, Allison glanced off into space... Her gaze was mostly stuck on the raindrops rapidly dropping on the beach that had turned stormy.

She was visibly grumping around. But she didn't have to say a word to radiate a 'fuck off' vibe— The trouble signal to anyone who'd begin to think about doing more than respectfully steal glimpses at her. In the double digits counts...

Her aura was a clear indicator of winds or hazardous storms, and the love weather around her was like the outside; it was bad.

Anyone not daring, brave, or desperate enough could see that it wasn't advisable to attempt anything artful. Anything disingenuous.

What's more, within the crowded café, most self-confident teenagers— those with far-flung chances to make her heart flutter, if they could— were serving as romantic dates. For other young girls...

Other girls with pitch-dark facial expressions...

Yeah, they came with the guys to grab their attention and spend quality time with them, but their attention was moved elsewhere...

… Sad life, ain't it?

Stiles couldn't help but sigh, reading the room.

Allison's fiercest weapon was her incendiary smile, surely. But it had to be remembered that even when she was still in one of those bad moods, her appearance already belonged to a different class.

She was a heavyweight fish—no, maybe a freaking fighter jet...

... They were all women, but something was off... Something didn't add up. Starting from the womb of Allison's mom.

Something genetic fucked up the whole 'keep-your-man on a leash' experience for the girls around Allison...

... Yep... All in all, love was an unfair battleground. A battleground governed by Deoxyribonucleic acid and hormones. Both of which Allison had in superior quality as far as dating was genetically viewed.

She was born with some advantages. A lot of them, maybe...Unfair advantages that were easy to notice at a glance. And that grew more obvious after a few more looks at her ridiculously cute mug.

In the shop, the girls, no—maybe even the women with husbands, noticed the problem rather quickly...

Stiles could read hearts in a literal heartbeat, pun intended. Still, he had yet to reach the peak of his supernatural abilities and confidence. He still made easy mistakes.

Done reading something outrageous, after he underestimated people's ages, he paused.

He barely had time to think about his next move concerning Allison and the last night issue when something new went down.

Something cool. Something that made Stiles's heart flutter as if he were a 15-year-old fangirl spotting Justin Bieber on an unpopular avenue or in her neighborhood.

His gaze and Allison's had met just now.

Stiles didn't believe in love at first sight before that, but at that precise moment, something amazing occurred in his body. In his brain, to be more exact.

A chemical and chain reaction.

Unsure what he was doing, he walked. Yes, up to Allison; he didn't know why, but directly.

Almost as if he was pulled in by her gravity.

His heart was beating fast, mostly with spirit and exhilaration more than nervousness.

Stiles wasn't sure why he was that delighted at that moment.

Was he in love?

Was love that easy? That dumb?

He'd look at her face now and was attracted to her. Very attracted, perhaps...

But welp, if this was love, how foolish did he look right now?

Stiles had such thoughts at the top of his mind when he advanced slowly.

And the move, which even he considered bold, didn't go unnoticed.

Most people were eyeing him, some whispering, wishing for his titanic failure and all sorts of other bad things when he finally got very close to Allison's table.

Timid men (city-bred hunters both alike and unlike him) who found the maiden fair didn't see his audacious approach with a good eye, of course... But for various reasons— some it was better not to count out loud, which had to do with Stiles's dreadful male secretions— the women the guys came with also looked dejected after he made his move.

The coffee shop was not bigger or smaller than a modern-day Starbucks. But because Stiles was standing nearer to the shop entrance before he trod toward Allison's sitting wing daringly, they didn't get a good look at his face.