After Tiff, Richie had it real hard. He was lost, drifting in his mind with only his work at The Bear to distract himself. There wasn't much he could do about it - he and Tiff just hadn't been a good match to try and raise a child together. He'd accepted that, eventually.

Sort of. He still wore her ring. Still clung to the idea that maybe she'd take it back. Maybe she would take his sorry ass back. Even though he knew it was a pipe dream. Everyone had seen him wearing that ring. He had a tan line from it.

But then, one day, Richie stopped wearing it. Why? He met you at The Bear. You were a pretty, young front of house staff member. It was the sort of whirlwind workplace romance that got people in trouble - but everything with you just felt... right. He didn't feel like Bad News Richie with you. He just felt... happy, and content with the way things were unfolding.

And then, another ring appeared on his finger. A prettier design than the simple gold band. And on his right hand this time. Naturally, people noticed. Sydney was questioning him when you walked by. "Whoa, whoa. Did you get married again? To who?" She was asking.

"The hell is it your business for? Maybe I just wanna change up my look." Richie was just being an ass because he could, but his eyes softened when he saw you.