Dinner with Ari had been fantastic. Ridic always liked hanging out with her and chatting over this, that, or the other thing. She was a good pal and for this he was thankful. Unfortunately, Ridic was still in mourning over the loss of his family, that old flame he had, and even his brother who refused to talk to him. Between conversations at dinner he thought about Stan and even now as he grabbed his jacket from the hook at the end of the booth. Maybe he should give Stan a call? Nah...He wouldn't pick up. Even if the guy did they would just end up fighting about some thing or another; probably about their parents, their sister, and all of the stupid things Ridic has done to ruin his own life and his relationship with his last living relative of whom he knew.
Only moments ago had Ridic seen Ari out of the restaurant when he remembered he had forgotten his jacket. He would have probably even offered to drive her to work if he hadn't left his coat behind. Though she probably had plenty of time to get off to the police department before her shift started, Ridic didn't want to make her late. He prided himself on being punctual, if not early, and was not going to cause anyone else but himself to be late if he could help it. Ah, well. Next time.
Slinging the leather coat over his arms and shrugging it on his shoulders, Ridic then began to make for the door once more. Taking from his pocket the small keyring which held three keys (house, car, motorcycle) he started for his bike just outside the entrance to The Owl's Nest. He had parked his lovely machine by the curb, restaurant side, just a few yards out to the right. For a moment, lost in thought again, he stared at his bike. Maybe he would call Stan later, even just to leave a voicemail and tell him how things were going. They could only have a bad relationship for so long, right?