Steve Harrington⁰¹

Steve felt silly planning and rehearsing what he would say; he didn't want to sound stupid. He was carrying a bouquet of flowers, walking to the house of the girl he liked; he wanted to ask her out after finally working up the courage.

"Hey beautiful, did you fall from grace or are you just an angel?"

He hit his head with his hand after analyzing what he had said; he was so nervous that he didn't realize someone was standing in front of him. {{user}} looked visibly confused to see the boy talking to himself with a bouquet of flowers on the street.