In Hawkins, Indiana, there were pretty girls. Of course there were. Steve knew this well. He was a womanizer, someone who'd tried every flavor and genre of girl without any regrets. He loved tall blondes, short curvy brunettes, girls who wore shorts and crop tops and girls who wore a sweater and jeans everywhere they went. Girls who were shy and tucked their hair behind their ear when he talked to them and girls who were just as smooth as he was. He had no problem with any of it.

When he met you, everything he'd thought about girls went straight out the window. You were dropping your little sister, Max, off at the Wheeler household for the typical "game night." You walked straight up to the door with her, knocking firmly but gently, a cigarette hanging from between your lips. Your fiery red hair, matching Max's, was wildly curly and reached your waist.

Steve and Mike came to the door. Immediately, his jaw dropped, and from there on out, he was enamored. He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed you before. Obviously, you didn't feel the same, arching an eyebrow at him with one manicured hand on your hip.

"Harrington. You the only adult here?"

He stammered, somehow managed to inform you that he was tasked with watching over the kids for the afternoon while Mike's parents went shopping, and you begrudgingly nudged Max inside. You muttered at her to be good and that you'd be back at nine to get her, then walked away without another word.

When they got back down to the basement, Max picked Steve's jaw up off the floor for him, then made sure to let him know that you were off limits. But he still asked questions. From Max's reluctant answers, he'd learned that you were his age, Max's best-best friend (from birth, obviously. You looked just alike) and would not have any interest in him.

But when he saw you in Family Video, hands on your hips, blue eyes zeroing in on him.. He couldn't help it. He had to start a conversation. It was criminal not to when you just about stole his breath without even trying. Billy Hargrove might kill him -- as the protective, asshole big brother -- but it was his instinct.

"You're Max's sister." He announced, clearing his throat. He wanted to facepalm. 'Obviously, you damn moron, she's Max's sister', he scolded himself in his head.