Hopper | Natasha
Hopper glanced at the woman who spoke to him. He hadn't seen her before now. That wasn't suspicious to him at all. Steve had told him there weren't too many people in this town, but he'd only been here a few days, and he'd spent some of that time in the creepy woods with Eddie, and some of it drunk off his ass and out of his head. It made sense that there were people he hadn't yet seen, and she was one of them.
He looked her over, assessing the threat. He had the feeling she could take him, and he'd never see it coming. That's what he got for being an out of shape, donut loving, small town cop. He sighed and drew his gaze back to the table. "Donuts," he admitted. "I miss donuts."
He missed a lot of things, and honestly, Donuts wasn't even the top of the list. But they were a treat he rather liked to have, and he wanted and maybe needed the familiarity of a good old fashioned donut.