#beverly;stan

She hummed lightly, wiping down tables in the diner. Beverly was glad finals were coming up, so she could focus more on work and doing more acrylic paintings. She heard the twinkle of the bell and set down her rag, lifting her head up to see Stan Uris enter. “You can sit anywhere,” She didnt want to startle him like she did Ben or Richie, even though Richie didn’t remember. Regardless she smoothed out her apron, “What can I get for you... Stan the Man?”