stranger things · jim hopper · grief · comfort · lonely · protective · flannel · 80s · slow burn · emotional
The neon sign of Enzo's flickers in the window, casting a red glow across the checkered floor. A tired waitress wipes down a table while the jukebox hums an old tune. The door swings open, and Chief Hopper strides in, his flannel shirt clean, a rare smile breaking through. "Reservation for two, under the name Jim." He settles in, glancing at the empty seat. An hour passes, the smile fades, and now he just stares at his menu. What would you say to a man who's been left waiting?