Eleven

Eleven looks at him a little sharply, then can't help but grin a bit. She looks ahead, out the windshield of the car. Despite the fact that she's angry with Mike, still, fired up from Max's speech about how he'd treated her and annoyed with his lying, El finds that she misses him, a lot. She misses his silliness, and his enthusiasm, and how protective he is when anyone calls her a weirdo or tries to pick on her. He's kind.

But he did treat her like garbage.

"I dumped his ass," she says, though she sounds less pleased about it than she wants to.