▌█ ∵ 🛁 ∵ █ ▌A bright smile fell to one of confusion as door was answered by a stranger. She could have sworn she was told this was Richie’s house. She was checking to see if Stan’s friends were coming to his Bar Mitzvah, asked to by his parents and her own while they were at dinner one night. She had opted out of going to the arcade with her friends finding that day to have already been a lot. So, a saturday morning was spent doing this, riding her bike to their houses and asking. But this was not Richie, but she seemed the slightest bit familiar to her ❝ I was just looking for Richie.❞ Once again an awkward silence was held after initial words, fingers curling into light jacket that was worn before lips curved up in a poor attempt of a friendly smile before speaking yet again. ❝ I am trying to see what his head count for Stanley’s Bar Mitzvah is, his parents; they wanted me to check.❞