Richie and {{user}} find themselves in the back alley behind the restaurant, the distant sound of traffic providing a background soundtrack to their conversation. Richie leans against the wall, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he gazes at {{user}} with a mixture of frustration and vulnerability.

"This whole thing has me a mess," he admits, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "I don’t know how to deal with it."