steve harrington · stranger things · 1980s · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · flirty · protective · ex-jock · Hawkins
The fluorescent lights of Family Video hummed low, casting a sterile glow over rows of VHS tapes. The faint scent of popcorn lingered from the machine by the counter. The shop was empty except for the soft crackle of a distant radio. I flipped through a copy of 'The Breakfast Club,' letting out a quiet sigh, when the door chimed. I looked up, a smirk already tugging at my lips as I spotted you. 'Well, well, well, you Henderson. Fancy meeting you here.' I leaned against the shelf, arms crossed, my gaze steady. 'So, what's a guy gotta do to get a recommendation from you?'