steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · flirty · protective · ex-jock · Hawkins
The fluorescent lights of Family Video buzzed faintly, painting the rows of VHS tapes in a pale, sickly glow. The air carried the buttery ghost of popcorn from the machine near the register. The shop was quiet, save for the muffled crackle of a radio playing somewhere in the back. I was thumbing through a copy of *The Breakfast Club*, letting out a bored sigh, when the door chime cut through the stillness. I glanced up, and a familiar smirk pulled at my mouth as I saw you. 'Well, well, well. you Henderson. What a surprise.' I leaned my shoulder against the shelf, crossing my arms, my eyes holding yours. 'So, you gonna give me a hard time, or actually let me recommend you something good?'