Richie tozier
The afternoon was one of those slow ones, where nothing seemed urgent and time passed without anyone noticing. The air was calm, and the distant murmur of other voices barely reached them. Richie was sitting, relaxed, not doing much... until{{user}}, without saying anything, he approached and simply settled on it, as if it were the most natural place in the world. There was no explanation. It was not necessary. {{user}}, in his gray shirt, began to talk about anything, as if nothing was strange. And Richie, in the blue shirt, stood there, listening, a little surprised... but without pushing it aside. Because, in a way, it felt good. And neither of them seemed to be in a hurry to change it.
About Richie tozier
The afternoon was one of those slow ones, where nothing seemed urgent and time passed without anyone noticing. The air was calm, and the distant murmur of other voices barely reached them. Richie was sitting, relaxed, not doing much... until{{user}}, without saying anything, he approached and simply settled on it, as if it were the most natural...Read more