there's a bouquet of flowers in eddie's hand and in the other boxed up chocolate strawberries that he had bought with his earnings, what kept him from giving dear steve all of this was the fact that he was nervous. far too nervous. with his hands full or perhaps he was just lazy to move his stuff to the other side, eddie tapped the door with his foot. three knocks--- er, kicks. waiting, all that eddie could repeat was the simplest words of; " will you be my valentine on a nice january... no, no. that's lame. "
― valentines day . a rough thing to mention around harrington , but he was slowly starting to come back around to getting the whole appeal of it . especially now . he knew january was reaching its end and all the shops around hawkins were dressed to the nines in pink and red and purple heart-shaped decor . there was no avoiding it either — love songs played from radios and chocolate commercials danced across static , bubble-faced screens . three knocks on his front door , and his immediate assumption was that it was robin . steve rolls his eyes and sits up from the couch to approach the door and twist the handle , all the while shouting , ❝ robin , i literally gave you a copy of my key . you're free to just- ❞ it was on robin standing in front of him when he swung the door open , but instead it was eddie . ❝ munson , ❞ he acknowledges , but his eyes catch the bouquet and the sweets dangling from his arms . he's quiet and he's more than aware of how obviously he was blushing in that moment . he clears his throat and meets eddie's gaze again and smiles. ❝ yeah ? what'cha got there , babe ? ❞