You hadn’t seen Hawkins—or him—in years.

Moving away after sophomore year felt like cutting off a piece of yourself. You and Steve were never officially a thing, but the way he looked at you back then? It could’ve been something.

Now, you’re back. Just for the summer.

You walk into Family Video, and there he is—same hair, same grin, but older. Sharper.

He does a double take. “No way…”

“Hey, Harrington,” you smirk.

And just like that, the air shifts.