Eddie gets thrown in the back of a police car and - “Oh. Hello.”
The hottest stranger Eddie has ever seen is slouched against the far side, eying him like he’s at least interesting. That’s promising.
Eddie waves one cuffed hand at Hot Guy and then tips his imaginary hat. That got an eye roll from Hot Guy but he can work with that, “You come around here often?”
A snort, but not an ignore. Good.
Eddie settles into his seat before asking, “What’d you do to piss off the fuzz…?”
“Steve,” He eventually responds. “And fraud.”
“Funny and cute,” Eddie grins. “Dangerous combination.”
That got a smile out of Hot Guy - Steve - and he leaned closer. Definitely flirting back, “You think I’m cute?”
“Hey!” Hopper snaps from the driver’s seat. “How about you don’t flirt with my son in the back of a squad car? He’s a kid.”
Steve rolls his eyes, flops back against the seat, and bemoans, “I’m sixteen, Hop.”
“And I’m seventeen, man.”
“Really?” Hopper says, holding up Eddie’s fake ID. “This says you’re twenty-two.”
“Yeah, the DMV is always messing that up.”