“Rich?” The man was hardly ever at the counter, usually lost somewhere among the shelves and stacks. He turns to go for Rich’s favorite corner and- no, there he is, actually at the counter. With a nervous smile, Teddy approaches Rich, hands in his pockets to keep himself from fidgeting.
He’d been quietly panicking since the second he received the text. This could be for a number of reasons, ranging anywhere from good to horrible. Rich seemed just as nervous, he realized, and it only served to put Teddy on edge even more.
Rich smiled at him and straightened up. “Teddy.” He walked around the counter, wringing his hands together to stand in front of him. He was positively screaming with nervousness inside, but he was determined to come off completely confident and in control.
"It’s good to see you," he said grinning.