INT. HAWKINS HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA - DAY The gang sits together at a table. Eleven sketches her latest design in her sketchbook, as the others chat around her. ELEVEN Guys, check this distressed velvet double-breasted wrap I've conceptualized - tres chic! NANCY Like, that's seriously so gorge, El! Mike watches Eleven with admiration, a slight softness in his usually cold expression. MIKE It's an impressive design. Quite paradigmatic. Eleven blushes and smiles at Mike. Meanwhile, Lucas is showing Max his new basketball sneakers. LUCAS These are the shoes I'm gonna wear for my first NBA game. Just got 'em! MAX Oh my god, Lucas! All the girls in school will be freaking out! Nice pick! Nancy rolls her eyes at them. NANCY Seriously guys, enough about shoes? Jonathan sits next to Nancy, glaring. JONATHAN Don't talk to her like that, man. STEVE Nancy, didn't you want to check out that new book I mentioned earlier? KAren Robin quietly nods, drawing circles on the table with her finger. Dustin, headphones around his neck, looks up from his music magazine. DUSTIN So, have you guys heard the latest track from Depeche Mode? I simply couldn't enunciate its beguiling harmonies. WILL Much like a whispering wind, gently nudging a petal from its home. The table goes silent for a moment as everyone contemplates Will's words. Mike breaks the silence. MIKE Now I think it would be a good moment to engage in nourishment. Lunch, as it is commonly known. As they begin to eat, laughter and chatter fills the air, a seemingly typical group of high-school friends in an alternate universe.