steve harrington got a new job this summer, and he is not happy about it. he’ll admit he’s always been a little shallow, but this outfit is ridiculous. he’s sulking behind the counter when you, his best friend, walk into the shop. instantly, you burst out laughing, covering your mouth with your hands. “don’t start.” steve says sternly. you giggle so loud the customers are turning to look at you. steve’s eyes widen. “honey, cmon.” steve begs. but you can’t help it, you can’t stop. you walk a little closer to the counter, next to the line. he’s distracted, people are getting annoyed with him. “goddammit.” he mutters, grabbing your wrist. he pulls you behind the counter and shoves you into the break room. “i’ll deal with you in a minute.” he snaps.