“I like your glasses, Mr. Keene.”

Beverly Marsh was standing at the front desk of the pharmacy, distracting the cashier while you and a few friends stole some things. Before she left herself, she grabbed a pack of cigarettes. She met you outside, where you were taking csre of an injured friend. Your friend group thanked her for her help and tried to repay her, but she help up the pack of cigarettes.

“Even Steven.”