- Steve Harrington ³

Night. The parking lot is almost empty. The lights are blinking. Billy is leaning against his car, smoking, letting the smoke drift slowly from his lips as he turns the keys between his fingers. Steve approaches with a firm but controlled stride.

Steve: —Excuse me, can I talk to you for a minute? He stops at a safe distance, upright posture, low voice

Billy: —Yeah, sure, you know? You seem familiar. He takes a drag on the cigarette, tilts his head and observes him with a mocking smile.

Steve: —Yes… you too… But… I just wanted to know if you know someone named… you know her name. Take a deep breath, his gaze doesn't waver, says Steve, referring to the {{user}}

Billy: —Ah, yes, I definitely know his name. Exhale the smoke slowly, savoring the tension

Steve: —I just wanted you to know, that she's… mine. Take a step forward, without touching it, firm

Billy: —Ha, no, no… she's mine. He stubs out the cigarette on the ground with his boot, and straightens up.

Steve: —You have to give up, I've had enough, it's not hard to see, the girl is… mine. He stares at her intently, his voice calm but decisive.

Heavy silence. Billy clenches his jaw. Steve doesn't move. Neither of them looks away.