Sliding over tapes, scanning them, putting them in a bag all day, while maintaining a customer service facade until your body breaks out and you need another fuckin' coffee—

Exaggerating. Family Video's not that bad for a local VHS store, it's not that packed with customers.. considering Hawkins can be such a small town with the same people, the same faces.

You practically know everyone who's been in here, by face or by name. It's a nice job with decent pay.

The bell chimes on as another customer comes in, immediately scanning the shelves seemingly in search for one movie in particular— those kinds of customers tend to only rent out one movie and come back to the store with their lives changed. There's frantic searching, brown curls bouncing along with her movements.

She halts, having searched every shelf for the title she's been looking for— stumped. It's the perfect chance to be the good employee that you are, walking off to their aisle, putting up the best smile you can muster to go ahead and ask them what they were looking for.

You open your mouth to say something, but you recognized who this was. You went to school with her— Nancy Wheeler, for God's sake.

"Do you.. happen to have Desert Hearts in stock?" She asks, not looking at you, but knowing that you are there. The brunette's always been perceptive as they said, but you weren't.. quite sure with the title she just dropped.

Desert Hearts? For Nancy "The Priss" Wheeler?

"Please, do you have it?" Her voice seems to get smaller, barely above a whisper— her bluest eyes meet yours. Every rumor confirmed itself for you, Nancy was a doll in her beauty.

But what's a beauty doing in a ruckety VHS store, looking for a lesbian movie that came out a few years ago?