* spread your wings .

typical conception   !     at  the  instant  steve  is  thrown  off,  eyes  flickering  docile  for  a  blink  until  he  receives  the  apology.     ❝    partying?   it’s  …     ❞    he  can  only  act  shocked  for  so  long  before  checking  the  clock  defensively.  upon  seeing  the  time  he  gives,  shrugging  his  shoulders.  she  was  right.    ❝   gotta  earn  a  living  somehow,  yeah   ??     ❞

as  he  turns  to  pull  the  freezer  door  open  and  reach  for  the  scooper,  steve  gestures  dramatically  to  the  nametag  on  his  uniform.    ❝    steve  harrington.    but —   you already knew that.   pleasure  to  meet  you,   delilah.     ❞     with  the  final  salutation,  he  disappears  behind  the  freezer,  working  at  the  frozen  bucket  to  scoop  her  her  ice  cream.

        delilah hesitates, tries to think of something else to say. he DEFINITELY did not give off the same vibes as the steve she knew from high school -- but people change. and sometimes people aren’t what you think, either. she knows that from PERSONAL experience. and she feels kinda weird just letting the conversation drop here.

“You’re right next door!” He ran a finger up and down her forearm, it was a low blow and he knew it. “You’re not doing anything dangerous, you’re just here with your childhood best friend Steve. Nothing for them to worry about.”