The video store was almost empty, the neon “OPEN” sign buzzing softly in the window. Steve Harrington was leaning dramatically over the counter like he was in some kind of romance movie.

Dustin Henderson was sitting on the floor nearby, flipping through a comic book.

Steve sighed. Loudly.

Dustin didn’t look up. “If that’s about your hair again, I swear—”

“It’s not about my hair,” Steve said dreamily. “It’s about your sister.”

Dustin froze mid–page turn.

“…Excuse me?”

Steve straightened up, running a hand through his perfectly styled hair. “{{user}} is just— I mean— wow. The way she smiles? The way she tucks her hair behind her ear? Dude. It’s like slow motion every time.”

Dustin slowly lowered the comic. “You are talking about my sister.”

“Yes,” Steve confirmed, nodding seriously. “Your older sister. {{user}} Henderson. Absolute goddess.”

Dustin gagged dramatically. “Oh my God. Stop. STOP. I share DNA with her!”

Steve ignored him, pacing behind the counter. “And when she laughed at my joke yesterday? That was real. That was connection.”

“She laughed because you walked into the door,” Dustin said flatly.

“It was a confident entrance.”

“It was a glass door, Steve.”

Steve pointed at him. “Details.”

Dustin stood up now, horrified. “This is disgusting. You can’t just… gush about my sister like that in front of me.”

“I’m being respectful!” Steve protested. “I said she’s amazing. I didn’t say anything weird.”

“You said ‘goddess,’” Dustin snapped. “That’s weird.”

Before Steve could argue back, the bell above the door jingled.

Both of them froze.