Slow and Steddie /// stranger things one shots. Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

12. Reflection 🥰🏳️‍🌈😌

A/N: hey my upload schedule is complete shit. Sorry- I'm rlly busy with a lot of school stuff since I just started high school. I'll still post just not too often- Anyways. This is kind of my redemption chapter because my first chapter is my least favorite, along with the next two after that. I'll work on those angst chapters but in the meantime here's this. I actually quite like this chapter so I hope you enjoy it!!!!

Robins POV

As usual, Steve and I were working by ourselves at Family Video. It was a Tuesday, so the place wasn't too busy, but we had an occasional customer come through our door.

I was re-stocking movies at about 2 in the afternoon while Steve handled the front desk.

He was leaning on his elbows, looking at the back wall, and throwing a blue ball, watching it come back and then throwing it again. Just watching him made me feel bored.

"You know, instead of sitting there playing with balls, You could help me with these tapes," I said from across the store, inwardly laughing at my joke.

"First of all. I didn't like the way you phrased that. Second of all, I'd rather be doing this. So I'm going to do this." Steve responded.

"Oh, come on! I still have about 50 tapes left, and it would go so much faster with your help!" I said. "Again. I'd rather just sit here. Have fun, though. " Steve said, and stopped throwing the ball and placed it on the counter, looking up at the ceiling.

"I got you this job, and you can't even help me put stuff up... great," I mumbled out of Steve's ear range and continued putting the tapes up.

We just continued with the day when I finally heard the bell above the door ring. I looked over to see someone around Steve's age walk in and take a look around.

Steve leaned his head back, and as soon as he caught the eye of the man, he leaned back up, looking back up at the ceiling, and ran a hand through his hair.

I hid slightly behind one of the shelves of videos as he turned around and smiled at the man, acting like he hadn't seen him come in when I knew for a fact he did. We have a bell. Although, I guess he has been struggling with hearing since.... Well, since the Russians.

"Hey...." the stranger said, leaning over the counter. "Anything I can help you with?" Steve asked. The other guy smiled at him and nodded.

"Uh yeah! I need help finding a good date night movie." He said, and Steve looked less enthusiastic. I raised an eyebrow at that but kept listening. "-a good looking guy like you, I bet you know a few. Care to show me some examples?" The other man asked, winking at Steve from across the counter.

I watched the interaction very closely and with heavy scrutiny. When it comes to this kind of thing, every detail matters. And I mean EVERY detail.

So I noticed when Steve blushed as the man got in his face, and he suddenly looked more excited to help with the task.

Something in the pit of my stomach told me to keep listening and watching to see what would happen.

"Yeah... yeah, I know a few. I'd love to show you." He said, as the two of them left the counter and Steve started asking him questions.

I wondered why he was acting like this all of a sudden. Just a second ago, he was too lazy to help me, his dearest friend, put up some lousy VHS. But now he was so eager to go out of his way and help out some stranger with picking out a movie. He'd never been big on customer service before...

I had slowly started to piece things together when I lost sight of them behind another rack of VHS.

I sneakily followed, crouching behind the aisles.