Hopper had spent an embarrassingly long time trying to figure out what to wear tonight. He'd closed and then locked his bedroom door, not wanting to deal with Beverly or Eleven laughing at him, separately and together, then he had rotated through several shirts and too many pairs of pants before settling.
Now he's dressed in dark jeans -- casual, but still put together, the salesman had told him -- and a button down shirt that's patterned, similar in colour scheme to the one he'd worn to Enzo's, but a little less loud. The pattern is much more subtle, smaller, and he feels pretty good in it.
When he arrives, he sees Joyce outside and parks the truck as quickly as he can, then jumps out to join her.
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Date: 2022-11-04 06:16 pm (UTC)Now he's dressed in dark jeans -- casual, but still put together, the salesman had told him -- and a button down shirt that's patterned, similar in colour scheme to the one he'd worn to Enzo's, but a little less loud. The pattern is much more subtle, smaller, and he feels pretty good in it.
When he arrives, he sees Joyce outside and parks the truck as quickly as he can, then jumps out to join her.
"Am I late?" he asks.