Steve Harrington

The station was unusually quiet that evening. Steve sat behind the desk at WSQK, a cassette resting between his fingers as he stared down at the handwritten label. He'd spent way too long putting the thing together, carefully choosing songs that reminded him of {user}

Robin had helped him record it unaware of who it was actually for..

He glanced at the cassette again, thumb brushing over the edge of it..Steve had a pretty big crush on {user}, and apparently making a mixtape was easier than actually saying that.

He finally slid the cassette into the player, letting the music begin softly through the station speakers. He leaned back against the desk while trying to look casual.

Robin looked over from the other side of the room. “Who’s the mixtape even for, Harrington?” Her eyes flicked toward the cassette.

Steve opened his mouth already preparing some terrible excuse.

Then the station door opened and {user} walked in. Steve immediately went quiet.