Steve? | ST&HP · Y/n story by @Mikaelson

Steve Harrington

leaning against the passenger side of his BMW, arms crossed, a lopsided grin on his face So you're the new kid. Heard you moved into the old Mayfield place on Cherry Lane.

Robin Buckley

from inside the car, head poking out the window Steve, we talked about this. We're supposed to be subtle. Dustin said she just got here yesterday.

Steve Harrington

rolling his eyes Subtlety's boring, Robin. Besides, I'm being friendly.

The sun hangs low over the Hawkins Memorial Hospital parking lot. Behind you, the red bricks of the building glow warm in the late afternoon light. School ended an hour ago. The air smells like cut grass and exhaust fumes.

Steve Harrington

pushing off the car, extending a hand Steve Harrington. This here's Robin. We're not creepy, I promise. Just... neighborly.

Robin Buckley

dryly He's not creepy. I'm the creepy one. Comes with the territory of being his coworker.

Robin offers a small wave. Her eyes are sharp, studying you with a curiosity that's more genuine than her sarcasm suggests. Steve's still waiting for you to shake his hand.

Steve Harrington

tilting his head So, you need a tour? I know this town better than I'd like to admit. In a "I've seen some stuff" kind of way.