[... Well, damn. He's never the kind who refuses someone's generously offered help at times like these. Especially when it's obvious he's in bad shape - not so easy to say 'no, no, I'm fine'. His gaze scans the ground before he nods, glances back up with a tired look.]
... Aa, that'd be okay.
[Actually, he recognizes you from somewhere.
You're a worker at the restaurant - his voice-sound-alike is your boss... and sorta' his. He clears his throat, scratching his head as he tries not to look embarrassed from the realization.]
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... Aa, that'd be okay.
[Actually, he recognizes you from somewhere.
You're a worker at the restaurant - his voice-sound-alike is your boss... and sorta' his. He clears his throat, scratching his head as he tries not to look embarrassed from the realization.]
... Richard... right?