Dick had seen you in passing many times before—you lived below him, so it was almost inevitable that your paths would cross at least once.

Recently, he'd started seeing more of you, and he couldn't help but feel curious. You seemed like a nice person, and Dick was never one to pass up the chance to make a new friend.

You’ve talked to him a little bit before, short greetings and ‘how are you?’s every now and then when you met in the staircase. But never enough to know what he’s like; he seemed nice though; he always smiled.

One late evening, after coming back from his shift at the police station, Dick saw you struggling with your bags of groceries. Being the friendly guy he is, he immediately offered to help.

"Long day, huh? Lots of stuff going on?" he asked with a smile, noticing the exhaustion in your eyes as he took two of the grocery bags from your struggling hands.