“Yeah, because you stopped suddenly at a yellow light. Who even does that!? Yellow is universal for GO FAST GO.”

The windshield wiper is finally freed from the bicycle tire, which is right when Stiles realizes that the guy has exited the vehicle and is rounding about the front of it. With a pitiful noise that could only be described as a shriek of terror, he darts around the opposite side of the car, trying to keep it between them. The traffic light has since turned green, and the two of them are being honked at by angry drivers. Stiles ignores them all, because he’s fairly sure he’s looking death in the eye.