The bell over the Family Video door jingled, and Steve Harrington straightened like someone had tugged an invisible string tied to his spine.

Robin didn’t even look up from rewinding a tape. “Oh my god,” she said calmly. “He’s here.”

Steve shot her a glare. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

{{user}} stepped inside, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, offering the same easy smile he always did. “Hey, Steve.”

Steve’s voice dropped instantly—smooth, warm, a full octave more intentional. “Hey, man. What’s up?” Robin bit the inside of her cheek.

Steve leaned on the counter like he’d been born there, running a hand through his hair. Somehow, impossibly, it looked better than it had five seconds ago. Like it knew. Like it was trying.

“You returning Raiders already?” Steve asked. “Kinda impressive. Most people need at least two days to emotionally recover.”

{{user}} laughed, oblivious. “Yeah, I had time last night.”

“Wow,” Steve said, smiling a little too much. “Responsible and efficient. We love to see it.”

Robin finally glanced over, pretending to adjust a stack of tapes. The flirting was practically fluorescent.

Steve kept it up—light jokes, lingering eye contact, leaning just a bit closer than necessary. He acted casual, like this was how he talked to everyone, but Robin knew better. She’d seen him with angry dads, bored teens, and confused grandmas. None of them got this Steve.

{{user}}, meanwhile, just nodded along, completely unaware. “You guys get the sequel yet?”

“Not yet,” Steve said. “But I can put it aside for you. You know. When it comes in.” He flashed that smile—the one that used to melt half of Hawkins High.

{{user}} brightened. “Oh, cool. Thanks, man.”

Man. Robin nearly lost it.

As {{user}} headed for the door, Steve watched him go like he was waiting for the air to change. When the bell jingled again, Steve exhaled and slouched back into himself.

Robin turned slowly. “You good, Romeo?”

Steve frowned. “I was just being friendly.”

“Steve,” she said sweetly, “you flirt like you’re auditioning for a shampoo commercial.”

He opened his mouth to argue—then stopped, scowling.

Robin grinned. “Don’t worry. He’ll figure it out. Eventually.”