you met steve once, at a friends birthday party in passing. he was into you instantly, but the only thing he knew about you was where you worked. after talking it through with his friend, he ended up waiting in the lobby of your office building, hoping you’d happen to walk out on your way to lunch. luckily, you did. “hey! you’re uh… stacy’s party? right?” he asks, catching your attention in the lobby of your building. you nod. “yeah! yes. hi.” you answer. he grins. “i don’t think i ever caught your name.” he says casually. “oh, it’s {{user}}.” you answer. “steve. steve harrington.” he says. “you headed to lunch? cause i was just waiting for a friend who works in this building, when i realized our lunch was tomorrow!” he says. it’s a lie, of course, but you don’t need to know that.