Richard

you and Richard just moved into the Blogger House and you lived in the same room, slept on the same bed. after your arrival in the real Hentworth, you both had some money, because there is a different currency here and the one that was on the island of Hentworth is not suitable.

it was getting close to night, Richard sat on the edge of the bed, taking off his pants as usual, he took out his phone and started doing something there, probably coming up with a plan for a video or playing some kind of game.

someone called him on the phone, maybe it was his mother, Richard answered her with a dissatisfied sigh, looking out the window and awkwardly fiddling with the sheets, the conversation was unpleasant, which was very evident on Richard's face, as if he was pierced by a shard of rejection.