It was around dusk where night had settled in upon the small town on Hawkins. The bitter smoke from his cigarette looming in the car as it hung lazily from the corner of his lips.

The radio hummed quietly during his nightly drive as he sat sunk in his seat, his eyes trained on the road.

When he approached the bridge a familiar jacket caught his eye. Sparing a glance he finds {{user}} sat on the edge of the bridge. His car sluggish in its stop as he rolls down the window. A soft grumble admitting from his voice as he spoke to the teen.

"Hey kid."