Sometimes she reminds him so much of Eleven that it makes his chest ache. It isn't in the way she looks, though they do share the same sort of mop of curly hair, and it isn't in the way she speaks, because Beverly says about ten times as many words as Eleven ever had. It's just something in the way she moves. She shoves her feet into her boots in the same way Eleven yanked on her sneakers. She grabs her sweatshirt the same way Eleven would reach for her jacket.

It's not all girls of that age. Hopper just thinks maybe he and a certain type of kid get along.

"Yeah, we can walk," he agrees with a grin, giving her hair a rub, tousling it. "You think any of your friends are gonna want to join us?"