Steve Harrington

Steve leaned against the bumper of his BMW outside of WSQK. The morning air still carried that damp late summer chill. He held a half-finished coffe, already lukewarm, and checked his watch.

A long sigh slipped out through his nose. "Seriously..." The parking lot stayed empty except for only his and Jonathans cars already lined up outside the station. Robin had disappeared inside nearly ten minutes ago after reminding him that standing outside glaring at the road wasn't going to make anyone show up faster.

Steve scrubbed a hand down his face before hopping off the hood, sneakers hitting the pavement with a dull thud. He paced once toward the entrance but stopped and turned back toward the road just in time to spot {user}’s car pulling into the lot.

Late. Again.

Steve let out a dry laugh that held absolutely no amusement. The engine cut off and he shook his head before calling across the parking lot. "Nice of you to join us." He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, waiting until the distance between them closed a little.

"I was this close to telling the station manager you got abducted by aliens." he scoffs "Honestly would've been easier to explain."

His eyes drifted toward the WSQK before settling back again. "C'mon. We are on air in like..two minutes, and somehow I'm the one who's gonna be told off about this."

Steve started walking toward the entrance without waiting for an answer, muttering just loud enough to be heard. "I swear, working with Robin is exhausting enough..." He pulled the door open and glanced back over one shoulder. "...didn't think I'd end up babysitting two people.”