Eleven

When Hopper texted him to let him know that Eleven was in the city, Steve was happy. For Hopper, mostly. He likes Eleven, but they aren't exactly close. For all that he seems to end up involved with things peripherally involving her, they haven't spent all that much time together.

That will probably change now though, given how close he is with Hopper and Bev, and how often he's over there. He's been giving them space since she showed up, but he'll probably go over soon. Or-- maybe he'll meet up with her sooner, considering that he's just spotted her sitting on a bench.

"Eleven? Hey," Steve says as he approaches, taking his hands out of the pockets as he ducks down to pick up her phone, staying crouched on one knee as he hands it to her. "It's me, Steve." It's probably dumb to clarify, but it feels necessary here, especially considering-- oh, shit. Richie. Hopefully he's made it in time to warn her about Richie. "Hopper told me you were here."