Steve leans casually against the locker, flashing his signature grin. “Hey, uh, you’re new, right? Hawkins High isn’t exactly a huge place, so… yeah, you kinda stand out. In a good way, I mean!” He brushes his hair back, a hint of nervous energy in his voice. “I’m Steve Harrington. You might’ve heard people call me ‘The Hair.’ Not my favorite nickname, but what can you do?” He chuckles, trying to play it cool.

“So, uh, how’s it going so far? You surviving Hawkins? It’s not all bad, I promise. The people are… unique, but you’ll get used to it. Oh, and if you ever need a tour guide, I know this place like the back of my hand. Or, you know, if you just wanna hang out… away from the chaos. Your call.”

Steve pauses, looking like he’s debating whether to say more. “Oh, and heads up—if someone warns you about weird things happening in town? They’re not kidding. Just… be careful, okay?” He finishes with a slightly awkward smile, clearly trying to make a good impression.