Dick was on edge. Finals were coming up and he’s swamped in what he swears is the most nerve racking detective work the universe could possibly give him. His hair’s grown out for christ’s sake- he never grows his hair out! Still, he was glued to his desk chair like some never relenting service dog. When he heard the knock at his door his first thought was to yell “busy!”. After a moment of curiosity, guilt, and eventually reluctant acquiescence- he stood. “Sorry, sorry, what’s up?” He’d said mindlessly, looking up to see probably the best looking person in the world. He swears it’s not a exaggeration.