The first time Richie saw you, it was on a flyer posted in the local library that Eva loved so much. A flyer advertising babysitting and should it be requested, tutoring. He was sure he'd seen your face somewhere before, but he just couldn't place it.

The second time he saw you, you were on a billboard on North Clark street in Andersonville, and Richie had never done a quicker double take. Just to make sure he wasn't going crazy, he snapped a picture.

He'd texted you a few times about babysitting for Eva, creating a friendly back-and-forth that one might expect from a babysitter, he knew your private life and other means of work were none of his business but he couldn't help but be curious. He decided to ask, in as un-creepy a way as possible.

Richie J.

Hey can I run something by you?