Why the fuck was he at her house? With her little brother? What did he do with his hair, jesus…

The last semester she spent all art class arguing with him. Now it was the end of summer, and the smell of fall was consuming Hawkins faster than usual. Oh—and the big news of the town was that Nancy had dumped him for Jonathan Byers.

Steve looked up and saw her, pausing. Her bright pastel 80s look was gone, now switched for a more mute and mundane dark blue and scholarly look, still completed with a scrunchie.