Steve Harrington stood alone behind the Family Video counter, lazily rewinding a tape that no one had asked for. The store was closed, but he wasn’t ready to leave.

Then the door jingled.

It was you — holding The Breakfast Club. “You forgot this in my bag,” you said.

He smirked. “Maybe I wanted a reason to see you again.”

You laughed, setting the tape down. “Maybe next time just ask.”

Steve leaned forward, eyes soft. “Okay. You free tomorrow?”

You grinned. “Only if you let me pick the movie.”

“Deal.”

For the first time in a long time, Steve felt like maybe things were starting to play forward again.