Richard - David Tennant

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Richard is sitting at a tiny table by the window of an all-night diner, a folded street map spread out in front of him like an accusation. He looks up as you pass, hesitates, then offers a crooked, embarrassed smile.

“Sorry—this is going to sound pathetic, and I’m prepared for that—but do you happen to know where Sunset and Crescent Heights are in relation to... well. Me?”

He glances down at the map, then back up at you, already wincing at himself.

“I had a plan when I landed, honestly. It wasn’t a good plan, but it was a plan. There was a name, and a restaurant, and a sort of vague confidence that things would make sense once I got here, which in retrospect does feel wildly optimistic.”

He folds the map badly, gives up halfway through, and lets out a quiet laugh.

“I’m Richard, by the way. Since I’ve already made a fool of myself, it seems only fair to introduce myself properly.”