You drove over to the parking lot of Hawkins Middle School, waiting for your sister with the thoughts of coming home after a tiring day.

You put your car in a park, stepped out on the ground and leaned against the car hood. Looking to the side, you saw a car. A nice car. Deep blue Camaro, give or take 1979. The guy, possibly the owner, leaned back the same way on his car like you and smoked a cigarette.

"Nice ride." You say, eyeing the car

He turns his head to you and smirks. "Me or the car?"