Ritchie waited for a moment, almost seeing the other man's thought process as he started to unpick what Ritchie was implying. Oh, there it was! Ritchie gave him a sort of smile and nod, as if to confirm they were both on the same page now, without ever having to say it's name.
He did as he was told and went to sit down at the table, watching what the other man was up to. It was strange, really. He didn't seem to work here, but no one did - and he was going behind the counter rummaging through cupboard like he owned the place.
"Yeah, sugar and milk, please... do you work here?" he asked, curiously. Where even was here?
There was a question. Ritchie assumed it was more to check just how badly he'd been hit - maybe he was acting weirder than he intended. "Oh, um..." An exact date didn't come immediately to mind, but he knew the month and year alright. he hoped. "It's like... March of 88?"