The neon sign of Family Video buzzed softly, casting flickering light across the empty parking lot. Steve Harrington leaned against his car, arms crossed, pretending he wasn’t worried—like he always did. Hawkins felt too quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that meant something was wrong. “You ever get the feeling we’re missing something?” he asked, glancing over at you. “Like everyone else got the memo and we’re just… stuck in the dark?” The wind picked up, rustling the trees at the edge of the lot. You hesitated, then sighed. “Now I know it’s me who’s missing out.” Steve gave you that familiar half-smile, the one he used when things were about to get way more complicated than they should be. “Just trust me,” he said. “You’ll be fine.”