Hopper | Natasha
"That's about a month longer than me," he admitted. "Just got here. Still not sure what to think about it," he said. He was trying. And he'd adjusted for the most part. He just didn't know what to think. How could he? Nothing about this place made sense. It shouldn't even exist.
"But no. It's not the worst addiction." Though, if he were honest, he kind of missed the way Florence would take his donut and shove an apple into his hand instead when he got to the station. She was a damn good secretary, and friend. He missed her. He missed everything about Hawkins, really, except that damn portal to the Upside Down.
"Where are you from?" Seemed like a decent question. His answer would be unimpressive, at least on the surface. Still, it was a means to get to know someone.