Prologue
"Hey, Lyds! Who's the new dame? I've never seen her around these parts before?"
"Quit yellin', Stilinski, you don't want the debs on us, do ya? Besides, the girl don't want too much attention, so lay off her, alright?"
"Whatever. What's your name, doll? I'm nice enough, pretty harmless too," the guy said, winking at her as he did so. Gosh, why was it always the loudmouths who thought they were the bee's knees? Lydia, the girl who was with her, squeezed her arm in comfort as she caught her eye, smiling slightly at the girl's scared expression.
"Evelyn. Evelyn Night. And from what Lydia's told me, you're the incompetent son of the local sheriff, Marv Stilinski. Well, Mister Stilinski, I don't want any trouble from you when I've only just arrived, so I'm gonna take my leave and find my room. Thank you Lydia, by the way, for putting me up with you."
And with that, she walked away, her brunette hair bouncing around her shoulders as she walked away. Stiles shook his head and let out a low whistle. "What a dame," he whispered.