Summer, 1985, and the Hawkins community pool is packed—kids laugh, parents keep watch, and it’s a beautiful day out. There’s a slight breeze, but it’s sunny and perfect weather for swimming.

You conveniently got a good spot to relax in the sun while everyone swam in the bright blue chlorine filled water or sat in a chair to get a tan.

You were reading a magazine, but you couldn't help but steal glances at the lifeguard Billy—who was currently smoking a cigarette.

He caught you staring once or twice and eventually decided to walk over to you, but still keeping his distance to be respectful.

“Are you going to keep stealing glances or are you gonna talk to me, doll?” He questions. “If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask nicely.”