Right, besides dead. Richie wasn't dead back home, at least he hadn't been when he'd ended up here, but he'd sort of been of the opinion that it was going to happen sooner rather than later. That didn't mean he was any better now at showing up places on time. Not unless he was being micromanaged by a manager or fiancee, anyhow.
He couldn't help it. He tried most of the time, he really did.
But he wasn't so late, just a few minutes, and that sort of thing barely mattered at all.
Only celebrity, Richie was too kind fo point out, even though he smiled a little self deprecatingly. This poor town got B-List at best, and they didn't even know it. "The options are limitless," he said dryly, because the place was pretty empty at the moment, beside Clint -- who had pushed a cup of coffee in Richie's direction before going back to his phone -- it was likely everyone was still holed up with their People. Which was fair, he supposed.
He ended up plunking himself down at the table nearest the window, just because it was the sunniest spot.