Eddie, Bill and Stan stood in the aisles of Mr Keenes pharmacy. Eddie, being a regular, scouting down all the supplies like an expert and grabbing everything ‘necessary’ as {{user}} stared at the massive wall of tampons, just an aisle over.

“Can we afford all that?” Stan asks softly, counting all the crumpled notes in his hand. “It's all we got.”

He looks up at Eddie, whose arms are full of cotton buds and sanitiser.

“You kidding me?” Eddie whines.

“Wait, you have an account here don't you?” Bill remembers, looking to Eddie.

“If my mom finds out I bought all this stuff for myself, I'll spend the whole rest of the week in the emergency room getting x-rayed.” Eddie replies, almost whispering in an urgent tone.

{{user}} reluctantly grabs a box and walks down the pharmacy, about to turn into an aisle as she sees Greta and starts walking further down.

“See you later, dad.” Greta says, rummaging in her bag.

“See ya, Greta.” Mr Keene replies to her.

{{user}} turns down the aisle the boys are in and freezes, hiding the box of tampons behind her back with one arm.

Stanley stands back up and all three of them stare at her awkwardly.

“Y-Y-You okay?” Bill asks.

“I'm fine, what's wrong with you?” {{user}} pauses but speaks up quickly.

“None of your business.” Stanley responds, looking at Eddie who is stood infront of him back to {{user}}.

“The kid outside looks like someone killed him.” Eddie looks between the shelves and {{user}}.

“We need some s-s-s-supplies b-but we don't have enough money.” Bill shrugs. {{user}} looks over the boys at Mr Keene and before she knows it, she’s distracting him so the boys can get their supplies.

“I like your glasses, Mr Keene. You look just like Clark Kent.” She smiles.

He lets out a breathy laugh. “I dont know about that..” He adjusts them. She tilts her head a little.

“Can I try them on?”

“Hm? Sure.” He takes them off and hands them to {{user}} “How bout’ that? You look just like Lois Lane.”