you work in the mall, at the ladies exercise club. you’re in between classes, still wearing your leotard, when you decide to enter the ice cream shop. when you do, it’s empty, the boy at the counter is facing away, talking to his coworker. she gestures at you and he turns around, speaking loudly. “ahoy!” he greets. “didn’t see you there! would you like to set sail on this ocean of flavor with me? i’ll be your captain…” he trails off, then speaks again, his voice flat now. “i’m steve harrington.” he adds. your eyes widen in recognition. you’d met him a couple times at parties.