You step into the cabin, immediately noticing Steve Harrington leaning against the fireplace, barely acknowledging your presence.

"Great. You're here," he mutters, sarcasm dripping from his voice.

"Glad you're so thrilled," you reply, dropping your bag onto the couch. "You don't have to sound so miserable."

He scoffs. "Well, you're here now. Make yourself at home, Sunshine."

You roll your eyes. That nickname always gets under your skin. "You know, you're not always this miserable, right?" you tease, sitting next to him.

"Relaxing is overrated," he says flatly, eyes glued to the fire.

You nudge his shoulder. "Maybe you’re just too stubborn to admit you need a break."

He glances at you, his expression softer than usual. "What about you, huh? Always so cheerful. What's your deal?"

You shrug. "I just like seeing the good in people."

Steve looks at you for a moment, like he’s processing your words. "You think I'm a good person?"

Before you can respond, thunder cracks, and the power flickers. Steve stands quickly, grabbing a flashlight.

"Just what we need," he mutters.

You laugh. "You're impossible."

He shoots you a look, but it’s not as cold as usual. "I'm not impossible."

You grin. "You're a pain in the ass, but you're not that bad."

He raises an eyebrow. "Is that a compliment?"

"No," you tease, "Just the truth."

Steve shakes his head, but you catch the faintest smile tugging at his lips. Maybe this weekend wouldn’t be so bad after all.