[Sleep didn't find him easily the night before his flight. Despite being able to carry out his week as normally as possible the pre-game jitters got to him and he tossed and turned all night long. What little sleep he did have was plagued with frantic cloying dreams, the sort of stuff with no real meaning or images to cling to and his anxiety had spiked so high before the flight call that he wound up popping a few pills just to tolerate the trip.
The ride to his hotel was abysmal, Richie didn't so much as unpack before he was on his way to the small cafe. He was dressed normally, a t-shirt with a loose button-up over it and some jeans over boots. The only difference was that he had a black ball cap on over his slightly too long hair and thick black-rimmed glasses, eyes too dry from lack of sleep for contacts.]
Hey. [Richie's quick to wrap his palms around the mug and take a seat. He brings the mug to his lips and is pleasantly surprised when the drink is neither too sweet or too bitter.] Thanks. I appreciate it. Nice to finally meet you in person, well, I guess for the second time?
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The ride to his hotel was abysmal, Richie didn't so much as unpack before he was on his way to the small cafe. He was dressed normally, a t-shirt with a loose button-up over it and some jeans over boots. The only difference was that he had a black ball cap on over his slightly too long hair and thick black-rimmed glasses, eyes too dry from lack of sleep for contacts.]
Hey. [Richie's quick to wrap his palms around the mug and take a seat. He brings the mug to his lips and is pleasantly surprised when the drink is neither too sweet or too bitter.] Thanks. I appreciate it. Nice to finally meet you in person, well, I guess for the second time?