She liked Science. He loved sports.
He didn't like the rain or the smell of it. She did.
She didn't like rock music. He could sing every unknown song of rock.
He played basketball. She liked to watch him playing it.
She cooked a lot. He liked all...
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~July 1, 1985~
Steve was finally on his break. On his breaks, he could be found at Siren Records, hanging out with Jessica while Ace annoyingly barged in on their conversations, or he could be found at the food court, sharing a pretzel and a milkshake with Jessica.
But right now, he wasn't with Jessica, rather he was with her brother, Dustin. Steve huffs as he pushes the fake leaves away from his face. He and Dustin were hiding in the fake plants in the center of the mall.
Dustin lightly nudges Steve. "You see anything?"
Peering through the binoculars, Steve scans the crowd. "Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for." "Evil Russians," Dustin whispers. Steve nods. "Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like." "Tall, blond, not smiling. Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." "Right, okay, duffel bags," Steve mutters as he scans the crowd of people, the sight of his girlfriend and her coworker Ace had caught his attention.
"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me."
"What?" Dustin asks.
"Jessica's clearly getting annoyed by Ace talking to her." Annoyed, Dustin turns to Steve. "If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars." "Aw, Jesus Christ, she's yelling at him," Steve comments as he watches Jessica furiously gestures her hands at Ace while he simply smirks at her. "I mean, what's his problem? Doesn't he know just how annoying he is?"
