time after time | steve harrington

Nights in Hawkins were never one to feel excited over. A small town in the midwest where most people never left. Everyone knew everyone. Grandparents grew up together, grew old together and raised families the same way. A town where gossip was the only source of entertainment for trapped housewives as their deadbeat husbands spent overtime at work.

Everything and everyone in Hawkins had a routine.

That's not to say routine was bad, per se.

Routine had its purpose.

Rosie Henderson was one to like routine.

That is until a small girl named after the number eleven entered her life.

(s.1-4)