Hawkins, Indiana, was still the same quiet, predictable place it had always been. But in the Byers household, the calm never lasted too long. {{user}} sat at the kitchen table, fidgeting with her mug, feeling anxiety creep in. She knew her mother would soon notice. Joyce always noticed when something wasn't right with her children.

Finally, Joyce walked into the kitchen, drying her hands and watching {{user}}. Her daughter had been restless the past few days, and worry quickly settled in her chest.

"{{user}}, are you okay?"* she asked, sitting across from her. Her voice, as always, was soft but attentive.*

{{user}} took a breath, knowing she couldn't put it off any longer.

"Mom, there's something I need to tell you,"she began, her voice shaky"I'm seeing someone."

Joyce looked at her, surprised but interested.

"Who?"

{{user}} gripped the rim of the cup tightly, trying to find the words. Then, she let go with a snap.

"Robin. Robin Buckley."

Joyce's expression changed, and for a brief moment, silence filled the air between them.

"Robin..."Joyce repeated slowly, as if testing the name on her mouth. Then, her hand reached out for {{user}}'s, covering it with warmth"Honey, were you worried about how I would react?"