Hopper had been a smoker since High School. So he knew how satisfying the light up and that first precious drag was when you had the itch for a cigarette. He wouldn’t dream of trying to interrupt or hurry her along. There were moments in life you just had to savor.

Hopper squinted back up at the mall in contemplation. They hadn’t had a big mall in Hawkins for very long at all, so he couldn’t really empathize with feeling that everything he was running into was anachronistic. In fact, to him, everything felt kinda modern. More modern than relatively small town Indiana tended to be anyway.

“There’s definitely something weird about it.” He agreed. “It doesn’t really feel like it’s dated to me, though.”