"Shit," he says again when he realizes he's knocked coffee all down the front of her jacket and he reaches into the pocket of his jacket for a napkin or a tissue, something he can offer to her so he doesn't come across like a complete jerk. Having a kid around him so often in Hawkins means there's actually a handful of napkins stuffed into one of the pockets and he grabs at them in some relief, holding the wad out toward her, feeling like a damn fool at the same time.

Half the people he's met in this city are children and teenagers, this seems to be the first time he's run into someone close to his own age and of course he's spilled coffee down her front.

"They don't let you smoke inside anymore," he explains, gesturing at the bar as if that will make sense of the fact that he's just walked into her.