He couldn’t stop the soft wince that snuck from a clenched jaw when he sunk into the couch that looked out onto the street from the store. He’d a few bruises and perhaps more than a few bruises that he’d tried very hard not to think about - apparently Guasparre Scordato had a very good right hook who had landed quite a few punches into his ribcage and sides. But he knew that he needed something else in his system that wasn’t just nicotine and alcohol, and a smoothie from Raw seemed like the best choic - after almost having been strongarmed into it from one of his sisters.
As he watched people and cars move by the window, sipping at his smoothie, he noticed a head of blonde that was rather familiar, and his first instinct was to slip lower into the couch, trying to avoid the questions. The bruise on his cheek, the scratch across his jaw, the bruise dusted knuckles - all occupational hazards - but he knew that she’d have some sort of comment. It was too late to ignore her now, and green eyes peeked over the top of the couch with a wane smile. “Riley. Hi.”