「 𝟏𝟗𝟕𝟏: Sarah Hopper is pronounced dead. Or so her parents are told. She's secreted away to Hawkins Laboratory by Dr. Brenner to enhance her powers, making her the first in a long line of supernatural experiments. 」
「 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓: A strange girl...
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"So, Chief Hopper is your dad?" Steve asked One from across the table at Enzo's. The restaurant was fairly crowded and they had had an uncomfortable fifteen-minute wait squished between the Wheeler family on one of the tiny benches prior to getting a table.
"Yeah," One replied between bites of a complimentary breadstick.
"Wow," Steve said. "Don't get me wrong, I'm glad you found your family, but I wish we could have gone on this date before you figured that out."
"He scares you, doesn't he?" One laughed.
"What? No...What are you--I don't even..." Steve sputtered as he tried to nonchalantly wave the notion away. He coughed into his fist before quietly following up with, "Yes."
One laughed again. "I'll make sure he doesn't kill you."
"I appreciate that," Steve said with a laugh. "So now that you know your birth name, what do you prefer to go by, One or Sarah?" he asked next.
One paused to think for a moment. She hadn't actually considered that question yet. She had responded to the number tattooed on her wrist for as long as she could remember. "I don't know...I guess either?"
"Not to sway your opinion, but I really like Sarah," Steve informed her with a smile.
One couldn't help but smile back as she momentarily got lost in his glowing grin. That goofy, corny, cheesy smile.
"So...tell me about Steve," One said after her smiled had faded enough for her to move her lips.
"Well, Steve is working part time at an ice cream shoppe to save money for college even though he doesn't know if he wants to go or if he'll even get in..." Steve begrudgingly answered.
"Better than living as an experiment in a Lab and then wandering the hellish landscape of an alternate dimension for fourteen years," One said to lighten the mood.
Steve couldn't help but crack another smile. "Well, I guess when you put it that way..."
The two shared a few awkward moments of silence while they tried to think of what to say next. One bit into another breadstick and Steve began playing with his fork. Thankfully, the waiter arrived with their food shortly after and they had something to occupy the next several minutes.
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