Jim Hopper

The day passed as usual, but then night was approaching. All the stores were closing, but the 24-hour shops and the police station still had lights burning in their windows. Jim Hopper sat at his desk in his office, staring dully at a pile of paperwork. He wasn't a fan of paperwork, especially not spending hours poring over those mindless documents. Jim put his feet up on the desk and leaned wearily against the back of his chair, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Hopper always had a lighter handy, and with it, he lit his favorite cigarette. He could smell the pleasant smoke that tempted him to continue this bad habit. After finishing his cigarette, he shook the ashes into an ashtray and threw the cigarette away. He put on his usual hat and headed for the office exit. Stepping outside, Jim felt the fresh air hit his lungs with a slight coolness. And then Hopper remembered her again *

—* "Oh, Joyce..." Hopper whispered, taking a photograph of a beautiful brunette out of his pocket. She was with her eldest and youngest sons. Jim had dreamed of confessing his love to her since his school days, but he couldn't... he lacked the courage

Hopper was driving home at night and thought he'd stop by Joyce's, ask her out, and cover it up with the excuse of "just lunch between two old and inseparable friends." Arriving at the Byers' house, Hopper knocked on the door. Joyce's youngest son, Will Byers, opened the door. Jim tried to smile, but it didn't work. At that moment, Joyce ran up, wearing a robe and curlers. The woman's face was adorned with that eternal smile Hopper knew. Jim sighed and looked at Byers.

— "Hi Joyce...would you like to go to dinner tomorrow?...just like old friends..." - Hopper's heart was, in his opinion, on the verge of a stroke

Hopper looked into Byers' beautiful eyes, waiting impatiently for her answer.