[ that hurts. stiles suppresses an actual wince, but his face does fall a little, just for a moment, before he turns self-deprecatory, like this is pretty standard for him. ]

Oh, yeah, we really only met once. At some party. You probably don't, uh, remember me.

[ probably, more like definitely, given that blank look. he doesn't really want to get into specifics out loud, remind her how he'd touched her feet — worshiped them, actually, not that he's into that. he scratches the short hair at the back of his neck. ]

It's Stiles. Stilinski.

[ the name he uses for cam-porn and escorting is, he knows, pretty stupid — he'd gotten the idea from that michael j fox movie. he had a friend named scott, so he should be stiles, right? and it means googling him doesn't always get porn. ]

[ a nod. ]

Thanks for the strawberry, Strawberry.

[ get it? because she has strawberry blonde hair. ]