Yeah, I know your name dude. You have the nicest handwriting I've ever seen and that was like you had to be like nineteen or something. So.

[This was a whole lot more awkward than he expected. Richie pauses on his end of the line. Eddie didn't sound half as bossy as his strongly worded email had been. He almost I sounded sweet, gentle, and it throws him.]

That's me. Richie "Trashmouth," Tozier. At your service. Listen, I... was just calling you to see when you could meet. I'd have to fly out of Chi-town and get some of my own shit teogether, but uh- maybe next week? If that's not too long for you blushing bride.

I also need to keep a low-profile. I don't want to wind up on the Enquirer and I'm sure you don't want that shit out there either.