It was after hours and you had finished your shift at the Tailors around 2 hours ago, though it was only when you got home that you realised you had left your bag in the shop and had to go back for it.

Walking into the backroom of the shop to retrieve your forgotten bag, you were met with the sound of the sliding door opening.

You tilted your head to glance at the source of the noise only to lay eyes on a very groggy looking Richie with a dried up blood stain on the side of his white shirt.

He jumped a little when he saw you, placing a hand on his heart.

"Jesus Toots, you gave me a heart attack. Fancy seein' you here."