Your foot steps out the convenience store, you would've walked home if it wasn't because you saw the Steve Harrington, but instead of wearing a cocky smile he only had sad eyes and a tired look on his features, between his lips was a lit cigarette that helped seeing how his face still had those bruises from the fight you heard about with Jonathan.

You walk closer, the feeling of helping winning over the social status of school, you just silently walked to him until you could see him more clearly, without words you just offered him something to eat.

"What? Oh... No, thanks"

He rejects politely, but his stomach growls just in time for him to feel embarrassed and his face reddening a bit.

"Okay, maybe just a little, I don't have my wallet on me right now."