Stiles assumed it was safe to get up and remove her own laundry, as soon as the guy made his way for the door. She picked up her basket, walking over to the machine-- which was already empty. Stiles could have sworn that that was the machine she'd used. The one next to it was also done, and she opened it to find...

Not her laundry. Oh. Oh god. Had the guy--

She pulled everything out as quick as she could, shoving it into the basket, before making a hasty move for her bag and textbooks. She gathered everything up and booked it out the door, looking frantically for the guy. She spotted him in the distance and started jogging for him.

"HEY. Uhhh. HEY. Excuse me. Stop, stop. Wait."