“okay, i gotta go pick up dustin from the arcade. steve says, standing up from the table. he starts to walk away. “harrington!” you say. he walks back over, furrowing his brows. “oh, sorry.” he kisses you on your forehead. “bye.” he says. you roll your eyes. “not that.” you say. “you wanna come with?” he asks. you nod. “yeah. but that’s still not it. you forgot to pay your bill, dumbass.” you say. he reaches for his wallet, smiling apologetically. “let me get it.” he says.