"Hey." He was panting, having run the few blocks to her house rather than drive it; but he was also grinning like a loon. "I--got--it. I got it." He held up a hand, snapped his fingers, and a tiny flame appeared, like his hand was a lighter or a matchbox rather than flesh and bone.
Kira’s body jumped as she opened the door to see a sweaty and panting Stiles in front of her. “You do?” She asked, a grin forming up her lips. When she saw the flame, she couldn’t help but jump and clap in excitement. “Oh my God! That is amazing! How did you do it!?”













