Kate Hopper's life hadn't been exactly easy.
Ever since her little sister had fallen ill, it seemed her life turned into a game of dominoes, and as each one fell, it felt as if things got harder and harder.
When her life got uprooted from New York C...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
AFTER A FEW hours of talking, reading, and digging through the records at the bookstore, Kate and Jamie finally closed up for the night.
Work wasn't bad whenever Jamie was there, especially when everyone in Hawkins seemingly forgot that the little bookstore on Main Street existed. They got enough business from the occasional person that walked in to buy ten books that the constant flow of cash into the store wasn't an issue. It gave them an opportunity to ransack the place, letting them dig through even the records and cassettes they'd started selling more recently. Kate had loved that addition: it gave her a notice of when Queen was releasing a new single or album, and that was something she hadn't taken light of in years.
As they waited outside after they'd closed up shop, Kate shivered slightly. During their shift, the temperature had dropped a few degrees, the sun had set, and the wind had picked up, leading it to be considerably colder outside.
"You want me to take you home?" Jamie finally offered, putting his hands in his pockets. "I mean, I don't mind if Harrington's busy."
"N–No, don't worry about it. It's completely out of the way for you to take me home," she said. "I don't want you to have to do that because he forgot again. I'm... I'm sure he'll be here in a couple of minutes, anyway."
"I don't want you to walk home by yourself, though," he said, frowning slightly. "You'd get kidnapped or something."
"Oh yeah? Kidnapped?" she said, stifling a laugh. "I'm sure they'd get tired of me, too. Kick me out of the van before they could even get to Indianapolis."
