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Mike slid the cups across the counter, careful with the vanilla one. When the boy took it, he did so like it was fragile, like he didn’t trust himself not to drop it.
“Thanks,” The boy murmured. Their fingers brushed.
The boy froze.
Mike’s brain bluescreened. “Oh—sorry,” The boy said quickly, pulling his hand back, cheeks pink. “I didn’t mean to—”
“No! It’s—fine,” Mike said, mortified. “I mean. Totally fine.” Max made a noise that sounded suspiciously like she was choking back laughter. “Names? You people seem somewhat interesting, at least, more than our normal customers.” she asked.
“Dustin,” Baseball Cap said immediately. “Henderson. With an H. People forget the H.” “No one calls you Dustin Enderson. I'm Lucas.” Curly Hair told them. “Jane.” The girl said, focused on her ice cream.
The last boy hesitated. “Will. Will Byers.”
Mike wrote it down in his head like a permanent fixture.
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mike and max are working at scoops and mike's heart literally stops when will byers walked in