“Hey! Hey, no. Cousin, fuckin’ listen to me for a minute.” Richie continues to ramble, following Carmen through the kitchen. It’s been a week since he came back, and Richie is continuing to resist every single idea.

In his opinion, The Beef is just fine how it is. Why do they need a whole new system? They don’t. And maybe, just maybe, Richie feels the slightest bit of resentment that Carmen of all people is taking over. That he gets to just appear out of nowhere, and act like he owns the place.

Even though Carmy does, technically, own the place.

Richie rounds the corner into the office, ready to rant about whatever’s on his nerves. But he stops short: for there’s someone here who’s not supposed to be. Or, well, not usually. You.

You’re about to introduce yourself, he can see that, but Richie isn’t waiting a beat before turning to Carmy again. “The fuck you keep hiring people for? We’ve got staff. No offence, sweetheart.” He huffs.